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fleshbride · 5 months

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A HOUSE IN NEBRASKA. ────── ཐི Satoru Gojo x Fem Black Reader. In which a young man and his small town lover run to a house in Nebraska to escape the traumas of their hometown. ཋྀ

♱ CW: major character deaths, suicide, angst with a happy ending, brief alcoholism, racism/microagressions, childhood best friend & country satoru, small town bullshit, a single derogatory use of ‘nigga’. fluff. pet names such as: sugar plum, doll, honey, princess, baby girl, dream girl, darling, sweet thing & sunshine. smut; unprotected sex, whiny service dom gojo, sub reader. cervix fucking, fingering, oral (f! receiving), riding, breeding, extreme amounts of praise bc satoru talks so fucking much, overstimulation, dumbification, light choking, marking, nipple play, body worship, dacryphilia, begging, pussy drunk satoru. satoru is utterly in love with you and does not try to hide it. chubby reader.

♱ this fic is inspired by a house in nebraska by ethel cain, my favorite singer <3 it’s one of my much much longer fics… this fic is actually so ouch. i’m so so so sorry guys. like yeah there’s PASSIONATE love making, but it’s so so so sad. i actually sobbed writing this. it’s not proof read so pleaseeeee excuse any any mistakes!

♱ wc: 10.1k

You didn’t think it would hurt this much. You didn’t think you’d feel them lodge in your throat, push down your esophagus with a burn. You take more gulps of water, as you gasp and choke. It helps a little bit. You swallow more. And more. And more. Until the bottle of oxycodone is empty. How many were in there? About thirty. You grasp at another bottle. Cross contamination is always the best method. Those go down your throat just as horribly as the rest.

You’re sitting on the floor now, waiting for your death to approach. The pills are burning down to your stomach, and you gulp more water. You stand on shaky legs, and stumble your way to your bed. It’s empty. Like so many other things. Like your heart.

You remember how you got to this point, in your final hours. As you collapse into your bed, eyes fluttering shut, you allow the memories to wash over you.

Two years ago, you lived in a small town in Alabama. It was your nineteenth birthday and you were intent on celebrating in a way that satisfied you. However, while legally an adult, you still weren’t old enough to do too much. And frankly, you weren’t well liked within town. Why? Well, in such a small town, even one you grew up in, that was predominantly another race… They weren’t very accepting to your differences. They weren’t very accepting to your skin, to your hair, to your body, to your personality. They weren’t accepting to you at all.

Even though you grew up there like the rest of them, played with their children, held some of their sons and daughters while they cried and helped them pass their classes, and walked the graduation stage with them. You were still an outsider.

And it was okay — because you had Satoru.

Satoru Gojo, the one of the only other people of color in the entire town — even though he was pale haired, with the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, like everyone else in the town — was your best friend. You two had been best friends since third grade when he beat up some kid that called your afro ugly, and then you kicked some kid in the balls when he made fun of Satoru’s eyes, since he was Asian. Even at a young age, you two knew that those things were wrong — and you had to stick together.

And you did. You’ve stuck together all your lives, even through middle school, when your boobs started growing, and your hips started widening, and he got taller and his voice got deeper, and all of a sudden, there was this weird feeling. You stuck together through high school, when you got your first boyfriend, and he got his first girlfriend, neither of which ended well. Stuck together even when everyone twanged out, “Are y’all fuckin’?” You stuck together.

So of course, your birthday is spent with him.

Satoru still lives with his parents, technically. They own a ranch on the outskirts of town, and Satoru has his own personal little refurbished barn house, which he got for his graduation present. You’re always there, even more than your own home. Even now, you’re waiting on the wraparound porch of your house, hand over your eyes as you squint into the distance.

You can make out Satoru, on a horse, and with another at his side. He didn’t. You feel yourself squeal at the sight of the familiar white horse; your favorite one. Her name is Jezzy, and she’s the only white horse they have. You and Jezzy had bonded when Jezzy was first born, a little calf. You’ve been her favorite, and vice versa ever since. Frankly, she likes you more than the man that takes care of her.

You don’t wait for Satoru to get to your porch. You run to him, your gladiator sandals slapping against the dirt path and making your white-painted toes dusty. The pink and green floral dress you wear flutters around your knees as you sprint, the wind whipping your neck. Satoru hops down from his caramel horse, Honesty. He’s running to meet you half way, and the smile that had made its way onto your face only grows wider.

He yells your name, and you yell his, and the two of you collide. You throw your arms around his shoulders, and his arms encircle your waist as he lifts you up into a spin. “Happy Birthday, girl,” he laughs in your ear when he finally puts you down. His familiar Southern twang bouncing in your ears. He kisses your forehead, before taking a finger to run through your newly straightened hair.

“Yer curls are gone,” he says, almost sad, his lips pulling in a familiar pout. “You’re gonna get ‘em back, right? Love it when your hair’s like that.” He leans his arm on your shoulder, a familiar habit, even though he’s much taller than you.

“Yes, Satoru,” you muse, “They’ll be back next week, no worries.” You laugh as he whoops, and jumps in the air, clicking his heels together and causing dust to rise up. When he lands, he gives you a proud grin, folding his arms. You notice what he wears. He’s wearing a black polo shirt, that’s tucked into blue jeans and his jeans are messily tucked into his boots. You chuckle. Him and those fucking boots. His wind breaker is thrown over the polo. However, your eyes linger on how his chest presses against the polo. His white locks of hair frame his face, although his cowboy hat smushes his hair, and his sapphire eyes gaze at you happily. You don’t look away and he smirks.

“How’s it feel bein’ nineteen, sugar plum?” Satoru asks as he leads you to Jezzy, who’s quick to snort at you and nuzzle your face with her huge nose. You giggle and scratch her neck, pulling away a little so she doesn’t ruin the makeup you did on your face.

“Doesn’t feel like nothin’, Satoru,” you respond, jolting as he grabs your hips and lifts you to help you onto the horse. His strong hands on your hips make you bristle a little, but you should be used to it now, shouldn’t you? “Just getting older.” He grins up at you from below, giving a little laugh. “Yeah, I get it, plum. I’ll be turnin’ twenty in December, and man… I was just a tyke, wrestlin’ in the fields yesterday.”

You laugh, watching as he boards Honesty. You two start the horses up and begin trotting down the path. There’s a few seconds of silence, before Satoru asks, “You sure y’wanna do this birthday party?”

Ah. You were so swept up by Satoru’s arrival that you forgot where he was taking you. His mother threw a party for you, and decided to invite ‘damn near everyone in town’, according to Satoru. He was very dubious, considering your treatment, but you agreed to it. At first, your mother wanted it to be a surprise party, but Satoru insistently shut that down.

“I’m sure, ‘Toru,” you say gently. The male smacks his teeth, and rolls his eyes a little, before adding, “We can tell my mama to cancel everything, y’know? She won’t be mad at’cha. She knows that the townspeople are dickheads.” You refuse the urge to laugh, because he’s right. They are dickheads. However, you have hope.

“It’s fine,” you insist, “I don’t wanna waste your mom’s hard work. Plus, I’m sure nobody’s gonna do anything on my birthday.” Satoru sighs, but he doesn’t press any further. You’re not too worried; you know if something does happen, he’s right behind you, and he’ll come in swinging. There hasn’t been a time that he hasn’t. However, despite that, you can’t help but secretly feel jittery and nervous.

The rest of your ride to Satoru’s home is filled with jokes, and playful banter. The cool night air swirls around you two, making you shiver a little. You should’ve brought your cardigan. Satoru’s eyes quickly catch on and he chucks his windbreaker at you. He doesn’t say a word as you catch it, he just nods at you. You slide it on, and even in the cool air, your cheeks feel hot.

When you two get in sight of the house, Satoru whistles out, “Race ‘ya!” And it catches you off guard, but you’re quick to spur Jezzy on into canter, her strong legs sprinting forward as the two of you race towards the large ranch house. You and Jezzy win, making Satoru groan. As you both slow down, beginning to head to the stables, he shoots, “You only won ‘cause it’s your birthday!”

Your smug smile says enough about how you feel about that; even though Satoru has more experience with horses, you have your own little luck with racing — you win every race.

You watch as Satoru slides off Honesty. She brays at him and nudges his shoulder, and he chuckles, cooing to her, grabbing both of the horses’ saddle handles, pulling them into the stable. You know better than to try to get off horses on your own; you’re thrown off balance, every time, and end up on your ass. So you wait patiently as he puts Honesty in her stable, before coming over to you.

“Didn’t forget ‘ya, sugar plum,” he grins at you as he presses his hands to your hips. Instead of helping you crawl down, he simply just lifts you down. The stables smell of a mixture of horse, hay and dirt. Even though it’s not the best smell, you’re not focused on it. You’re focused on the way Satoru looks over you as he sets you on, eyes raking over your figure.

The dress that’s glued to your wide hips, draped over your plush figure. Your makeup, delicately painted on your face; he can tell you took your time on it. And you’re still wearing his jacket. He smiles, tucking a strand of your collarbone-length hair behind your ear. “Look at you,” comes his affectionate murmur, one that makes a fuzzy, bubbly feeling spread from your toes to your head. “Just a doll. Prettiest fuckin’ girl in this entire town.” You feel those feelings rising inside of you, and you try to push him away, embarrassed as you say, “Oh, stop, Satoru,” but he pulls you closer by your waist, craning down to you to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Nuh-uh, doll. You jus’ look so beautiful. You always do, but tonight you’re just… wow. Yer glowin’, Y/N.” Your heart is racing as he squeezes the plush of your waist, making you let out a ticklish giggle. Often, there are random times where he gets affectionate with you, extremely so — you should be used to these moments, but you aren’t. Your hands fist into his shirt as his lips press from your forehead, to down your chin. Your breath catches when they get too close to your lips.

This isn’t friendship anymore, is it?

“Happy birthday, princess,” he whispers into your ear, finally pulling away. You look up at him, eyes wide, as you breathily respond, “Thank you…” Satoru looks down at you, smiling gently as he hold you. He murmurs, “I have a surprise for you, y’know. Think you’ll like it.” Before you can question him, he places a finger right above your lips. He’s considerate; doesn’t wanna ruin your lip combo. “A little into the party. Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

The two of you pull away from each other hesitantly, and Satoru kicks at the hay as he grins at you. “Party time, birthday girl. Come on.” The two of you exit the stable, sides brushing as you walk to his house.

Within ten minutes, you regretted insisting on going. Once you entered the ranch, carols of your name and ‘happy birthday’ echoed throughout the large common room. It was decorated in gold and white, with balloons everywhere and a little banner hung up for you. Satoru’s mother gave you a large hug, and wrapped her arms around your waist, steering you around to see the cake she baked you. You were all smiles and beams, immediately falling into her, with Satoru lumbering after, your hand outstretched backwards, clasped in his.

After you saw the cake, which was tri-tiered and your favorite flavor, you were passed around from person to person. You got many hugs, from townspeople you were sure didn’t like you very much, and to be fair; you enjoyed the kind attention. You wished it was your birthday every day.

Until, you got to a certain group of young women. You had graduated with the group, even though they were nasty as hell to you. As they approached you, you knew it wouldn’t be good. Vanessa, a tall brunette with pretty hazel eyes, gave you the fakest smile you’ve ever seen, before pulling you into a hug. “Oh, Y/N! Happy birthday, baby!” She cooed, squeezing you. You swallowed, wrapping your arms around her in turn. “…Thank you, Vanessa.” Once Vanessa pulled away, her two friends, Isabel and Megan, gave you hugs also.

“Ugh, Y/N,” Isabel began, running her fingers through your shiny silk press, “You look so much prettier with straight hair! Is this your real hair?” You give an awkward laugh as you gently remove her hand from your hair, looking around for Satoru frantically. Partygoers heard her comment and turned to tune in, furthering your discomfort.

“Yeah, it’s my real hair, please don’t touch it,” you tell her sweetly, watching as she rolls her eyes a little. “I was just complimenting you! You should wear it like that all the time, it looks so much better than your other hair.” You bristle uncomfortably. Were these bitches being racist? You swallow hard and give her a nod, and a smile.

Vanessa steps forward, eyeing you over before she’s chirping loudly, “And that dress is soooo cute! But it’s kinda tight.. Have you gained weight, or something?” Your smile almost drops, but you manage to keep it up, as you let out a delayed, fake laugh. People are starting to whisper and nudge each other, and immediately, more nosy sons of bitches turn to eye you. You’ve always been a bit thicker — that’s no secret. You didn’t have the skinny white girl genes, no. You were filled in by the time you were 13, and even as a nineteen year old, you had a bit of a plump body. You weren’t overweight or obese; you were perfectly healthy. It was just the way your body was. And the fact that these girls thought they could pick on you about it?

You refused to let it happen on your birthday.

“Oh no,” you cooed gently, mirroring Vanessa’s tone, “I haven’t! But um, are you recovering?” You blink gently at her. Fine, you think mentally, if she wants to put on a show, we can do that.

“From what?” Vanessa chirps hesitantly, eyes narrowing. She didn’t think you knew, huh?

“Those butt injections you got last month!” You answer loudly, putting a hand over your heart. Vanessa’s eyes widened as she looked around frantically, as people slowly began to whisper intently. She wasn’t used to the whispers, it seemed.

You were visiting at the local doctor’s office, when you overheard the doctor’s conversation with Vanessa, she was asking some questions about pain for it. You hurried to the bathroom before you could be seen, keeping the information in your head. From the corner of your eye, you see Satoru making his way from the kitchen. He’s obviously heard what’s going on, and doesn’t look happy.

“I didn’t get no injections!” She claims, trying to take advantage of the situation, “Y/N, how could you spread such a nasty rumor?”

“Huh,” You say, “That’s real funny. So you’re just gaining weight too, hm? We should go to the gym together, do some cardio, you know? You must be eating a lot, if it’s all going to your ass!” You giggle, pushing her shoulder and making it all seem like some joke. She has no choice but to giggle with you.

“You know who I haven’t seen here?” Megan speaks up and immediately, you’re on edge. While Vanessa may be the face of the trio, she’s the one who’s more lethal and intelligent with her words. You’ve learned this too many times from high school. “Your parents, Y/N. Typical Black parents, you know? Never there when their kid needs them.” And more publicly racist. You resist the urge to grab this girl by her throat, and show her what exactly your Black parents had taught you. It isn’t like they’re absent — your father passed when you were a teen, and your mother was a chronic workaholic, struggling to provide for you.

“Crazy,” you hear a monotonous voice go behind you. You know exactly who it is, and you couldn’t be more relieved. In typical country boy fashion, Satoru is behind you, chewing on a toothpick. “Megan, weren’t ‘ya crying to me about how your poor dear ol’ daddy beats on ‘ya? Typical Megan, y’know? Always self-projectin’.” He whistles as he presses his hand to the small of your back, steering you out the ranch, the comments of the party trailing behind him. In the faint throes, you even hear, “That nigga bitch…”

You pretend it doesn’t bother you as Satoru leads you to his barn.

Once you’re comfortably nestled in the warmth of his barn, you let out your frustrations about the racism of the town. Satoru sits next to you, his toothpick still resting in his mouth. He watches you intently, before humming out, “Ya done, doll? Don’t let those assholes ruin yer day. Matter fact…” He got up, heading to his little kitchen. You only watched, still fuming a bit.

“Close yer eyes!” The white haired man yells at you, and you do so obediently, pretty brown eyes fluttering shut. You wait for him, hands folded in your lap. You hear the couch creak a little and something set on the table.

“Open ‘em,” you hear his gravelly voice tell you, and you obey. Your eyes lock on a cupcake, with a single candle in it. You soften considerably, calming down immediately.

“Aw, Satoru..” You whisper gently, placing your hand over his, eyes flickering from his face to the cupcake. “You didn’t have to.”

“Yeah I did,” he retorts, squeezing your hand. “You didn’t get to eat any of the cake, even though it was yours, and we needed to be alone anyways. Make a wish, honey.”

You close your eyes, leaning to the cupcake.

I wish that Satoru and I are together as long as we live, and even in death, may we stay together.

You blow out the candle then, before sliding the candle out the middle and licking the frosting off of it.

“One more thing,” Satoru says, sliding his hand into his pockets. He pulls out a golden heart-shaped locket from his pocket, dangling it around his finger. “This is for you, birthday girl.” He cracked open the locket, showing the pictures. On one side was a picture from third grade, the first day they met matter of fact — Satoru’s mother had taken it as a memento. On the other side was your graduation picture, where Satoru had his arm wrapped around you and his lips pressed into your forehead. How far you two had come.

He waves the locket in front of your face, as you gasp at the picture. “We haven’t been able to find this picture years, how did you….?” Satoru only grins and shrugs, as if it was nothing at all. In your pure bliss, you throw your arms around him. His arms wrap around your waist in turn, hugging you tightly.

You can feel tears budding in your eyes as you whimper out, “This was so nice of you…! I appreciate it so much, thank you, I love you!” Satoru laughs as he rocks you, before responding, “Shh. It was no biggie. C’mere, let me put it on for ‘ya.”

You pull away gently from each other, and you turn so that your back faces him. He drapes the necklace over your chest, using his knuckles to push your chin up a bit. He fiddles with the hooks a little before getting it right and letting go. You skim your fingers over the locket before turning back around with a smile.

He opened the locket, looking at the picture. “Man. Can’t believe I found photographs of our school, on the day we met.” He smiles a little, as he looks between the two small pictures. His eyes flicker up to you, then back down. You only watch him with softening eyes. Your heart pumps, and that bubbly feeling spreads through you again. He makes you feel so warm. You’re not an idiot, you know exactly what the things you feel are. You weren’t dense; you knew for a long time.

But you can’t bear to say a word before he did. However, you didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Satoru takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. He gathers his courage before softly uttering, "I thought that you were so beautiful… it was love, I guess." His gaze remains fixed on you, his heart hanging in the balance, waiting for your response, hoping that his words have stirred something within you.

You don’t realize what he had said at first, before it registers. You double take, eyes widening as you look at him frantically. “Satoru. Satoru. It was what?” His face is pink as he looks away from you, but you were insistent, crawling closer to him as you plead, “It was what?” Your hands grab his shirt and he whistles, looking away from you.

Finally, he mumbles out, “… Was love, I guess.”

“What kind?” You press, tears bubbling in your eyes once more. It couldn’t be. He looks at you for what feels like hours. “You know what kind, darlin’. Don’t make me repeat myself. In a way I shouldn’t.”

“Say it.” You hiss, crawling into his lap. He spreads his legs immediately, making room for you as you place yourself in front of him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at you. “Tell me.” One of his hands rests on your hip and the other trails to play with your locket.

He looks almost shy this way, his blue eyes heavy lidded as you request his words. He sucks in an inhale before he’s saying, “I love you, Y/N…. and not as your best friend. I want ‘ya to be my girl. There, said it… Please let me be yours.”

You’re silent. He wants you to be his girl. Your brain is slow to process it, slow to understand it, slow to reciprocate. However, as you reflect upon his desire for you, a wave of emotions starts to wash over you. Confusion is gradually replaced by clarity, hesitation transforms into certainty, and the realization of his affection for you fills your heart with joy. Suddenly, everything seems to make sense, like a complex jigsaw puzzle finally coming together to reveal a beautiful picture.

“Okay.” It’s all you say. Satoru’s eyes widen, as if he was expecting a rejection. Before he can answer, you’re pressing your lips to his, finally taking the initiative for fucking once. When your lips crash against him, it’s like heaven and hell have collided in a fiery, desperate match.

Satoru’s hands grasp at you, desperate, as his tongue pushes its way into your mouth, curling against your tongue. The way you two kiss is messy, and needy, saliva coats your lips, but it couldn’t be better. Satoru pants into your mouth as he runs his hands over your body feverishly.

“Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth, pulling away briefly to adjust his pants as best as possible. “So hard, you got me s’hard, doll. Shit, shit, get up, or ‘m gonna explode..” You can feel his dick, straining against his jeans beneath you. You don’t get up from your spot, and he lets out a groan into your mouth.

Your hands are sliding under his shirt, feeling the firm abs underneath, trying to touch any bit of his skin you can. His hands squeeze the swell of your ass as he nips at your bottom lip, before sliding his lips down to your throat. He begins to kiss your throat before sucking, biting, making sure your skin is covered in dark marks.

You grab his cowboy hat and throw it off, so you’re able to sink your fingers into his white locks of hair, letting out slight moans as his hands move from your ass to your tits. He caresses them through your dress, and you hiccup as he finds your nipples.

“You ain’t even wearin’ a bra?” He asks you, pulling away from the curve of your neck, to look at you. Satoru’s eyes are glazed over, and low. His face is pink, his hair is ruffled, and his lips are swollen, but he’s never looked happier.

You shake your head, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. “It didn’t look right with my dress…” Satoru only stares at you, before he’s throwing his head back, groaning. “Fuck, I can’t do this. I can’t do this, princess, I need you so bad.” His chest rises and falls so rapidly, and you can feel his bulge pressing up against you as you sit on him.

You need him just as bad as he needs you, the wetness in your panties tells you all you need to know. Satoru is looking at you with those violently blue eyes. You realize that you’ve been holding your feelings back for years, even now — your love for him, your attraction, and your pure, unadulterated desire.

“Please,” he whispers, pressing a small kiss to your lips, “Please let me put it inside you, please, just the tip.. Please, please, please, fuck, it feels like ‘m gonna fuckin’ die, please, baby girl, need your pussy s’bad….” You enjoy the way he’s acting; you’ve never been wanted like this before, and you doubt you ever will.

“Satoru, you don’t have to beg,” you murmur, draping yourself across his body, arms around his shoulders as he palms your ass and sneaks his hand down to cup your clothed heat.

“Know I don’t,” he whispers, fingers pressing against you in a way that makes you lift your hips, and whine a little. “Look at how wet you are, girl. Any more and ya just may flood your panties.” His fingers push your panties to the side and you gasp as the cold air hits your pussy. His other hand hikes up your dress, balling it up in his fist.

“Gonna make you feel good first, doll,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your jawline. “Relax, ‘nd let Satoru take care of you, mkay?” You nodded feverishly as a finger slid through your plush folds. His finger almost immediately found your clit and swirled around it, causing you to let a little mewl escape your lips. Satoru’s lips were meanwhile pulled into a smug grin at the sound you made. He maneuvered your body, so you were lying back against the couch, legs spread for him.

He tugged your panties down your legs and tossed them somewhere, before pushing the fabric of your dress up and settling between your plump thighs. Without wasting any more time, his finger circled your entrance, teasing you. You huff a little, pouting down at the white haired man, and he grins in response before sliding two fingers into you.

You moan, arching your back as pleasure seeps through you. Satoru’s long fingers reach farther than yours ever could. He smiles at you as he curls his fingers against your walls. “Such pretty moans, good girl,” he coos, pressing a kiss to your thighs, as he begins to pump his fingers inside of you. Your thighs twitch, and you grip at the couch. His fingers are skilled, scissoring and curling, as the sloppy sound of your wetness echoed through the barn. Satoru leaned forward, enclosing his lips around your clit.

The combined effort of his fingers and his mouth had you squirming and whining beneath him. He pressed a hand to your stomach, his movements halting and eyes narrowing as they snapped to you; you know what he was telling you. Stop moving or he’d stop.

You couldn’t take that. You stilled your movements, trying your best to relax as Satoru slowly resumed his ministrations, lapping at your cunt while sliding his fingers in and out of you. His fingers curled against a spot that had your toes curling as you cried out his name. He pressed his tongue flat against your clit, and had another finger pressing into your heat. You let out a squeal at the slight burn, hand flying to grip his hair. “Satoru-! Ah, that’s too much!” He gave you a silencing glare, blue eyes honeyed with lust. His fingers nudged your g-spot, and the whine that left your lips let him know exactly what he had pressed.

His movements all sped up, as you felt your stomach tightening. Between each of your moans was a pant, as you cried of his name. Everytime his fingertips pressed against your g-spot, you felt yourself get closer and closer to orgasm. Mixed with his tongue swirling your clit, you couldn’t take it. Your thinking got fuzzy as the rubber band in your core was pulled farther and farther. “Toru! I-I’m close!” You whimpered, as his quick, skilled movements brought you to your peak. Your eyes rolled back as you gushed all over his fingers, breathing hard. You didn’t even notice, in your stupor, when he replaced his fingers with his tongue, lapping up your essence.

His tongue was flat against your entrance, as he licked from hole to clit and back again. When you finally came to, you were whining all over again, sensitive as Satoru flicked his tongue across your bundle of nerves. You pushed his head, letting out a. “Hold on, ‘m sensitive!” Satoru smacked your hand away, mumbling out, “Shh, doll. Gimme another one.”

He dived back in between your thighs, mouth latched onto your pussy as he pressed his tongue against your hole, fat tongue working itself while he slurped at your essence. A mixture of his spit and your juices dripped down your ass – but he was quick to slide his tongue down, licking that right up.

He was messy with his mouth, unabashedly slurping, sucking, and licking everything you had to offer, the wet smacking noises echoing through the room. You would’ve been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good.

Before long, you were about to cum a second time, eyes squeezing closed as you gasped and spasmed, letting out a broken cry as another orgasm claimed your body. Satoru was ecstatic, lapping up your cum and guiding you through your high without breaking a sweat.

Once you came down from your high, he pulled away gently, his intense gaze locked on you. His eyes glimmered, pale hair askew as he latched his mouth back to yours. His hands gripped at your dress, yanking at the sleeves to pull them down your arms, before the entire dress was coming down to your waist.

Your lips moved feverishly as you fiddled with the buttons of his polo, and he raised his arms to slide it off. His buff form was revealed, abs firm and his strong arms moving to cocoon you against him. There were gentle words being exchanged between your lips. “So gorgeous, Y/N. Fuuuck, honey, can’t wait to feel your pussy ‘round my dick.” Satoru mumbles as his fingers fumble with his jeans. However, before he unbuttons them, he looks at you. “You sure you want this, sunshine? We can stop here, and keep kissin’. Fuck what I want, ‘kay? What does m’girl want?”

God, you didn’t think that he could get any hotter. But his consideration of your wants and needs make you get even wetter. “Satoru, I want you,” you say gently, one hand pressing to the side of his face. He nuzzles into your touch, eyes softening. “Want you too, sunshine. So much I just might go insane..” He finally unbuttoned those stupid jeans, yanking them down and his boxers with it. His length sprung out, and your eyes popped out of your head.

Satoru was the size that those fake ass dick pills promised, his tip pressing just under his belly button. His tip was mushroom shaped and fat, as pink as his blushed cheeks, and weeping fat beads of precum. His length was a bit on the skinnier side, and although his girth wasn’t anything to fear too much, his length definitely was. His dick was something straight out of porn propaganda.

“Toru, that’s not gonna fit,” you found yourself saying, your eyes flickering from his length to his pretty face in anxiousness. Satoru only leaned down to kiss you, shutting you up. “It’s okay, princess” he whispered sweetly. Even now, as his dick pressed against your stomach, his tip landed slightly above your navel. “Don’t be scared, ‘m gonna take such good care of you,” his kisses went down your neck, to your chest. He kissed around your breasts, before his tongue flicked out to lick your right nipple, hardening it. He turns his head, lavishing the same attention on your left. His hands multitasked, grabbing a pillow and sliding it underneath your back.

His kisses moved to the valley of your breasts, before going down your stomach. He pressed kisses into your love handles, to your stomach, to your cunt, which made you giggle, to your thighs, before he was holding up your legs and kissing up your calves. He even kissed your feet. He traced your stretch marks lovingly, murmuring out, “Only God knows how I’ve waited for this. For you. Fuck, Y/N, you’re just so fucking beautiful. More beautiful than any of the women in this town. Shit, I could cum just lookin’ at you…”

You couldn’t help but simper at his words, face warming as you wrap your legs around his waist. “Please just fuck me already, Satoru.” His tip slid against your clit and you let out a soft whine. “Please, just…” You were silenced by the feeling of him rubbing his tip down your slit, collecting your juices before you felt him pressing against your hole.

You hissed, hands flying up to his shoulders as your nails dug into his skin. To distract you from the burn of him entering you, he began to lather kisses and lovebites across your throat and collarbones. Your hole stretched around his tip, as tears burned in your eyes, the slight pain making you shift uncomfortably.

“It’s okay, baby girl, I got you,” he whispered against your skin, tongue sliding across your throat as he sucked more hickeys onto the expanse of your throat. He pushed his tip in, and once the burn of it faded, he fed you inch by inch of his dick. Your pussy constricted around him, sucking him in greedily as your juices coated his length.

The feeling of him bottoming out inside of you had you letting out a high-pitched whine, eyes rolling back. Above you, Satoru let out a whine identical to yours. “Oh, f-fuck,” he stuttered, his eyes squeezing shut, “Fuck, almost came. You’re so warm, ‘nd wet— You feel so good, baby doll, oh shit.. Your pussy’s grippin’ me so nicely, fuck, I-I can’t take it.. Oh my God, tell me when I can move…”

Satoru was breathing heavily, as he looked down at you, your pretty face contorted in pleasure as his tip nudged against your cervix. Just the feeling of him stretching you out had you seeing stars, euphoria coursing through your veins. When you finally adjusted, you tapped his shoulder, telling him you were ready.

Satoru pulled out, so that only his fat tip was inside of you, before rocking his hips into yours. That first shallow thrust had you release a hiccuped moan, gripping his shoulders. He took this as a positive sign. Satoru’s thrusts were slow, yet deep, and each time his tip was pressed to your cervix.

The feeling of it, thought it hurt some, was extremely pleasureful to you, and a whine of, “Faster, please,” exited your lips. Satoru’s brows furrowed slightly as he grinned. “Alright, darlin’ but when you can’t walk in the mornin’, don’t blame me!” He pulled out a little before pushing his hips into yours. He delivered you those deep strokes, just at a much faster pace.

Your tits bounced, body propelled forward as he held your thighs for stability, his dick stretching you out, stirring up your guts. The angle from the pillow only heightened your pleasure, and each thrust forced out a blissful whine or a whimper of his name from you.

Satoru let out heavy groans, not scared at all to let you know just how good you felt around him. And even better, he leaned down to let husky murmurs of praise fill your ears. “Such a good girl, takin’ me s’good… Like your pussy was made for me. You feel amazing, darlin’, wanna make you cum so bad… You feel good? Please tell me ‘m making you feel good, baby girl…” His voice was breathy and desperate in your ear, as you struggled to form the words he wanted to hear. “Please, baby? S-Shit, let me know how good ‘m making you feel on your birthday.”

His words only drive you crazier, head spinning as you gasp out, “Makin’ me feel s’good, Satoru! P-Please, please, please don’t stop, oh my God!” Satoru cursed under his breath as his hands slid from your thighs to your breasts, squeezing at them. His fingers circled your nipples, before he pulled, twisted and rolled them between his fingers. It only shoved you closer to the edge, as his tip briefly pressed against your g-spot. The brief gasp you gave from it let Satoru’s perceptive ass know, and he angled his hips to hit that spot, instead of your cervix.

The sound of your hips colliding filled your ears, along with Satoru’s raspy moans. Within no time, you were alerting him, “Toru, ‘m gonna c-cum again!” The third orgasm you had in a row, and it seemed like Satoru wasn’t stopping. He chuckled, moving one of the hands on your tits to swirl your clit in rough circles. “Mhm, go ‘head, sweet thing. Let go f’me.”

It pulsed underneath his finger pad, as your third climax seized your body. Your breathing heavy and quick as you let out gasped out, long moans and wails, your pussy clenching around his length as you creamed around him. Euphoria was spreading through you, to every part of your body.

Satoru’s eyes widened as he fucked you through your orgasm; his own was catching up to him, and it had him letting out deep whimpers mixed with his moans.

“Can I cum in you?” He gasped, hands gripping your waist. His nails digging into you so hard, crescent marks were being left on your skin. “Please, baby? Fuck, need to cum s’bad, and I wanna see my cum dripping from your pretty pussy…” He shoved his face into the curve of your neck as he began to beg. “Please, Y/N, wanna feel you around me while I fuckin’ cum, I-I need it, please, you feel s’perfect and I just wanna fill you up and watch it slide out. Wanna pump you full over and over until you’re filled with my babies—“ Satoru was rambling by now as he bucked desperately into you. He let out a shaky whine against your skin as your bodies collided passionately.

Your sensitive body quaked in his hold as he pleaded to cum in you. You couldn’t deny him, not when there were tears budding in his eyes, and his swollen dick was fucking you up like this, and he looked so pretty whining out your fucking name. You gave him a nod, even though your brain was foggy and you could barely care about what you were saying yes to.

Satoru let out a sigh of relief, moaning out, “Thank you, princess, thank you, thank you, love you, I love you—“ The feeling you got when you felt that first spurt of cum fill you was unbelievable. Warmth spread through you, as Satoru’s dick twitched and bobbed inside of you, before he was releasing his thick cum into you.

Just like he said he would, Satoru stuffed you full of his cum. He collapsed against you, face in your titties as you both breathed hard. He pulled out slowly, his dick getting a little soft. In a heartbeat, he was spreading your ass so he could watch his warm cum trickle from your hole.

And just like that, he was hard again.

You watched with dazed eyes as his dick twitched, ready to go again. Satoru grinned at you, tilting his head as he said, “I’d eat my cum out of you right fuckin’ now, but I need to feel you around me one more time.” He scooped you up, maneuvering so he was laying back and you were in his lap again. “For every year you are,” he murmured, his finger trailing down your spine, “Is every round we go. Every position we swap. I can keep up… Can you?”

You knew you couldn’t. You knew you couldn’t compete with his stamina. But you nodded your head yes, and lifted your hips anyways as a mix of both of your cum slid down your thigh. “Mhm, baby,” he laughed a little, holding your hips as he guided you. “You can keep up? I’ll have you fucked dumb by round five. Maybe even this round. Hopefully ya last, birthday girl.”

Before you could even respond to his bravado, he pulled you down, spearing you on his length. You let out a squeal, as you clutched his arms. You were still sensitive, and you made sure to whine it loudly. His hands moved to grip your ass, pulling you up and dropping you back down. His tip bumped your cervix s he did so, and you mewled, pressing your face into his chest.

“Nuh uh, sugar, you can last right?” He taunted, even though his breath was shaky. “Ride me. Right now.” He wasted no time with sliding in a joke, “You ride horses so well, I’m sure you can ride mine.”

You bit your lip as you planted your feet into the couch, using your lower body strength to pull your body up. You began to bounce down on him feverishly, immediately setting a fast pace for yourself. Satoru hit all the spots you needed, and you felt your fogged brain saying that you should’ve fucked him much longer ago.

Satoru cupped your ass as you rode him, stuttered breaths leaving him. “Oh, s-shit, baby, yer goin’ so fast—!” He gasped, your pussy clamping down on him like no other. You kept going, ignoring him, as if you were using him. You had something to prove. You purposefully clenched harder around him, intent on making him cum first, to prove he was the one who couldn’t last.

Satoru, unfortunately, quickly picked up on what you were doing. His hands gripped your hips once more as he huffed, “Sweet thing’s got a vendetta. Mm, fine. I’ll bite.” His heavy lidded lapis eyes peered at you as he began to thrust upwards to meet your bounces, tip jamming against your g-spot. The only noises that left your mouth were squeals, the little bit of control you had dissipating.

Satoru quickly regained his control as he fucked up into you, watching as your tits bounced and your eyes rolled back. Your sweat covered bodies merged, and his eyes were fixed on the way his dick slid in and out of you, and the cum coating his length. The noise of him pounding into you seemed to be amplified. For another time, you felt yourself reaching a climax, stomach tightening as your jaw went slack. It was coming so fast, you couldn’t even alert Satoru.

You let out strained moans of pleasure as he continued to fuck into your sensitive pussy, bringing you to the peak of ecstasy for the fourth time. The throbbing sensation in your clit, though slightly painful, only added to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. Each orgasmic wave that washed over you was a testament to the overwhelming pleasure you were experiencing.

Finally spent, you dropped against him, whimpering pathetically as he continued to use your body like a cocksleeve. Tears filled your eyes as he pushed past your sensitivity, fucking into you like a menace. You knew he had stamina, but God, this was insanity. His hand wrapped around your neck loosely, tilting your head up to look at him.

The sight Satoru laid his eyes on was heavenly. Your hair was mussed, starting to sweat out; your makeup was becoming messy from the tears beginning to slide down your face. Your lip combo was long gone, though there were remnants on both his lips and yours. The sight of your tears only fueled him, as he kissed them away. “Thank you for letting me have your body like this, pretty. Pussy was made for me. Just divine, you’re jus’ divine.. Gonna marry you and then ‘m gonna fuck you so much that your body wouldn’t be able to escape pregnancy— You want my babies, don’t you? Say yes, tell me you want me as much as I want you…” Satoru was very obviously close, the trembling and the rambles were a tell tale sign.

You found yourself mindlessly nodding to everything he said, and it wasn’t long before he was shooting another load deep into you. You thought he was done, before he was grabbing your chubby thighs, hoisting your legs up, and locking your body into a full nelson position.

As he drilled his long cock into you once more, it was simply too much for you. You gave in, mind going blank as he slammed into you, filling you to the hilt. Your eyes were glazed over, tears still falling. Your mouth hung open as overstimulated whimpers left your lips. You came a fifth time, but you were so far gone, you didn’t even notice.

“L-Look at you,” Satoru said, his lips pressing against your shoulder, “Too much for you, yeah? Look so pretty like this, sweet girl. Fuck, fuck, fuck, ‘m cummin’ too quick—!” Satoru was overstimulated himself, but that didn’t stop him. As he came a third time, the both of your fluids slathered all over his dick as he dropped you from the nelson, and flipped you onto your hands and knees.

“Need more of you,” he rasped, spreading your ass as he messily spread his cum around your pussy and thighs, before stuffing you full once more. He pressed kisses into your spine, as he gripped your ass, fucking you from behind.

The sex was depraved, as Satoru fucked you like a man starved. You were too far gone, drooling into the couch as he fucked you like you both were dying tomorrow. But, it wasn’t long before he was finally slowing down, heavy balls squeezing as he began to have dry orgasms.

Finally, he pulled out, scooping your barely there, sex-addled body up and carrying you to his bed. He dropped down into bed, you on top of him as he threw the blankets over the two of you.

He pressed kisses to your face, and then your lips, as he whispered, “Even if we die tonight, then I’ll die yours, and you’ll die mine.” Somehow you managed to reciprocate, as exhaustion slowly claimed you. “So then, I’ll die here under you; every night, all night.”

The last thing you heard before you passed out, were Satoru’s whispered love confessions, and promises for the future.

Your honeymoon phase of the relationship seemed to be forever, although things in town got harder. People were more openly racist; vandalizing your home, your father’s grave, and your mother managed to somehow overwork herself to death. You were now alone, in an empty house, and with an empty heart. Save for Satoru.

Where darkness lingered in the corners of your life, he was the light that banished all of it. To escape, he often drove you to Nebraska, far enough but still close. The two of you found an abandoned house on the outskirts of the state. A single two-floor house. You loved it utterly.

Satoru was a bit of a criminal, stealing a bobby pin from your hair and picking the lock. Managing to get into the house, so you could see the interior. It wasn’t like anyone was there to care. When you were there, the two of you cleaned up the house, and pretended like it was your own place. It was the place where you found each other on a dirty mattress on the second floor.

Months passed. Then a year. Satoru turned twenty, then so did you. Like your last birthday, it was spent in love, and in a sex-crazed haze. You two pave your own road, feet weathering the trail to the house in Nebraska, leaving your mark. It’s in the spring, when you two are at the house, and Satoru gets on one knee, pulling out a golden ring with a bright diamond.

“When I came home after graduation, I told my mama I was gon’ marry you,” he said matter of factually, “She asked me if you knew that. I told her no, but you would eventually. So now, I’m askin’ you if you’ll bless me by being my wife.”

You screamed yes so loud, the two of you were sure you alerted others of your presence.

Your engagement angered the town. Although Satoru was a person of color too, they were sure he looked best with a white girl. It got to the point where they got violent with you. Calling you slurs, and being so racist, you became afraid to leave Satoru’s side.

But, it was okay — because you two stuck together, always.

You prepared for your wedding as best as you could in your anxious state. Satoru’s mother even bought you a wedding dress — from one of your favorite brands, Vivienne Westwood. Vivienne made the most beautiful wedding dresses.

However, your hometown was getting overwhelming. You couldn’t help but look over your shoulder at any given moment. Satoru knew it was time to go.

He told his mother that he had to get you out of here — there was nothing but pain for you here. He couldn’t let you live like this. She understood, more than anything. She handed Satoru a wad of cash, telling him to visit soon.

He bought the house in Nebraska. How he found the owner, you never found out. But he bought that fucking house, and you two packed your bags and you never fucking looked back.

Nebraska was nice. You didn’t go into town often because of your anxiety, but Satoru assured you it was fine. You loved your home. You loved your future husband. You were soothed, and nothing could ruin it.

Until one day, Satoru didn’t come home from visiting his mother. You opted out that time, feeling a bit sick, and not up for the long drive. You got the call from his mother. You barely remembered anything but the words, ‘Shooting. Hospital. Coma.’ And you were catching the bus to Alabama.

You never wanted to return home, but you had to. You didn’t let them turn you away or shame you. You joined his mother in the hospital. And soon after you got there, after you held his hand, and sobbed his name, and kissed his face, and as if he was waiting for you, Satoru Gojo passed away.

The story was that Satoru got into an altercation with a group of men who said some horrible things about you. Even when they threatened him with a gun, he didn’t back down. He was always so protective when it came to you, and it killed him. And now, you were the reason that he won’t come home.

The birthday wish you made didn’t come true. Because the love of your life was gone, and you were so alone.

You stayed for his funeral. Open casket. Unlike everyone else, you didn’t wear black. You wore your wedding dress, and a veil. You were a widow, even though you hadn’t even gotten married yet. You never would. His mother held you by the waist, crying silently as she guided you to his casket. And as you leaned down to press a final kiss to his dead cold lips, nobody said a thing to you.

You disappeared soon after, with gentle words to his mother.

You retreated to your house in Nebraska, where you needed him. Months pass, and you need him still. You rot away in that house, plagued by memories. His scent still lingers on his untouched clothes, and sometimes you open the drawers to smell.

His mama calls sometimes, to see if you’re doing well. You lie to her and say that you’re doing fine. When really you’d kill yourself to hold him one more time.

You manage to force yourself to go to town, to buy things. You cry every day, and the bottles make it worse — because he was the only person you weren’t scared to tell you hurt.

And you feel so alone. You feel so alone out here. You feel so alone without him. You’re so alone out here, and you miss him more than anything. Every day, waking up without him warming you, breathing air that he does not share, it breaks you piece by piece. You feel so alone.

More months pass and you turn twenty-one alone. And you realize you can’t continue life like this.

You feel so alone.

On your twenty-first birthday, you put on your wedding dress, the one you never got to walk down the aisle in. You pick up the pills, sobbing as you whimper, “I’m so alone out here without you, baby.” You down the pills.

You remember all of this as you die, life flashing before your eyes. You’re curled up in your bed, now clutching one of his shirts to your chest. It’s like you fall asleep, despite the toxicity causing your body to fail. You finally die.

You wake up in a garden of flowers. Lillies of the valley, to be exact. You look around wildly. Cloudless blue sky, and flowers to be seen for days. You’re in your wedding dress. Is this what the afterlife is like? An endless, calming flower field? A breeze ruffles you. You begin to walk. Time doesn’t seem to pass here, because you can’t tell if it’s been seconds or days.

You know you’re dead, but why are you here?

“Y/N?”

You freeze. You know that voice. Tears fill your eyes, and you turn slowly. There he is. That ruffled white hair, bright blue eyes staring into you. You see the tears that well in his eyes, mirroring yours. “What are you doing here?” He cries, and he’s rushing to you, and he’s gathering you in his arms, cupping your face. You’re shaking your head and sobbing, because it’s him, it’s him and he’s here and you can hold him again.

“What’re you doing here, dream girl?” He sobs and he’s pressing his lips to yours, kissing you as if you’ll fade away. The kiss is salty as you two hold on to each other, tears mingling. When the two of you finally break away, he’s still holding your face, as you sob out, “I was so alone without you, Satoru! I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t live without you!”

He sobs harder and holds you against his chest, which is bloodied. “You killed yourself?” You nod ashamed, but he didn’t yell at you, or judge you. He never, ever has. He holds you, pressing kisses into your face, your hair. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t want to leave you — I held on, I held on until you came, and I’m sorry I wasn’t strong enough to survive,” he cried into your hair, “Leaving you hurt so much. It hurt more than getting shot did. We were supposed to have so much time. We were supposed to get married and have babies and die together when we old a-and, we didn’t.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you whimper back, as he squeezes you tight, tighter than he ever has. If you were alive, you’d be struggling to breathe. “But I wish you would’ve let it go. Let it go and came home to me.”

Satoru doesn’t respond, instead he’s pulling away to kiss you again. “I wish I did too. I would’ve came back to our house in Nebraska, where the world was empty, save you and I. But at least we’re here. I don’t know where it is, but this is where I’ve been. Waiting for you to come. I just want expecting it so soon.” He sniffles, obviously sad.

“I had nothing left for me,” you whispered, as the two of you lace your fingers together, “I needed you still. I… I was horrible.”

“I visited you in your sleep a lot,” Satoru admitted, as the two of you began to walk. “It was the only time I could. I watched you sleep, all the time. You slept with my shirts. It made me feel good.”

You lean against him, he’s warm and he smells just as though you remember. You two walk, for a while, talking about the future you deserved.

Until you reach a house.

A house identical to your house in Nebraska.

“Well, I’ll be,” Satoru whispered, obviously shocked, turning to look at you. Tears were falling down your cheeks as you smiled, whispering, “Guess you’re stuck with me, even in death.”

“Wouldn’t wanna be stuck anywhere else,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. He pulled a bobby pin out of your hair, and just like old times, Satoru picked the lock to the door.

You two stuck together; in life and death, and you still call home that house in Nebraska.

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sympathy for the devil ꩜ cl16

type: fluff? besties to lovers? let's say that. a friend is done dirty but is she really a friend? debatable. flashbacks, angst-ish (a guilty conscience is always a great outfit addition, no?)

word count: 4.6k

warnings: language, suggestive but no smut (finger sucking. i was in a mood,) charles is a reformed cheater, so let's say some moral ambiguity all around

lily said: hello hello! welcome to the inner workings of my hyper fixation on summer romances and a couple of bestieeeees who should just be a couple. now that this guy is out the way, i'd love to formally open requests! a drabble, fic, oneshot, hit my line ! we can get into the details of who i do and don't write for later <3

You are not a terrible person. You're not even a bad person, truly. It's something you repeat to yourself like a mantra as you look away from Charles's side profile across the long table.

He's looking like summertime, soft like an afternoon nap, but sharp like a stinging on your skin from too many 5 more minutes called from the patio. His neck is elongated slightly, trying to hear Joris's story over Mirabel's loud laughter. When he leans like that, you can see a peak of the remnants of the hickey you sucked into his pale skin the evening before. Your stomach hurts.

Charles's own nose is red, he's scrunching it on occasion like no one will notice his discomfort, and his necessity for aloe vera. You've packed it in your bag because you know he wouldn't have. He knows to ask you for it later.

You excuse yourself from the long table, your dinner in front of you looking great, but you were nowhere near hungry. When you push your chair back to stand, it makes a low noise against the floor of the garden, and his head whips to you immediately.

It was your friend group's traditional holiday you were gathered for, an annual week at Mirabel's family home right on the water. 4 girls and 5 boys, room assignments remaining relatively static throughout the years. There was that one year Clara and Sammy shared a room, but, as both of them would easily say, it wouldn't be happening again.

"Everything okay, y/n/n?" Peter asks from your diagonal, which makes more heads turn to your now standing figure. You let out an uncomfortable huff, disguised as a laugh. Charles can read you like his favorite book.

Your linen dress clings to your body, yet flows off you effortlessly. He remembers seeing it on a hook in your room, wondering how it would look on your figure when he pretended to not watch you change tops. Reality was always better than fantasy, this he knew for certain.

"I'm alright, just chilly. Want to grab my sweater."

"I'll go with you, want to charge my phone anyway," Emma smiles up at you from her seat, standing up as well.

Charles follows your figure with your eyes until you disappear into Mirabel's villa, then continues to pretend to be listening to whatever Peter has begun rambling about.

"Did you see the way he and Oliver left the pantry in disarray this morning?" Emma's practically hissing her disdain, her shorter legs pumping overtime to catch your gait. You were hoping she couldn't.

"Who? What are you talking about?"

"Charles," she gags. "Tried to cook breakfast, and of course it was shit. Can't believe you didn't know."

You did, you helped him clean it up.

"I feel like it's quite hard to burn oatmeal," you snort, scrubbing the pot.

"Too much sugar in the pot, I suppose. That's how you make yours, yes? With brown sugar?"

You look back at him from where he was leaning against the counter, watching you help him fix his mess. Oliver had cleaned up the spilled flour on the floor of the pantry, then ran out to get pastries from a bakery before the rest of the villa woke up and threatened his life.

"Surprised you remember how I like my breakfast," you say.

"Why?" he asks, cocking his head. "I know a lot about you."

You click your tongue, suddenly shy under his intentional gaze. Your focus is back on the pot, and a stubborn clump of congealed oats. Charles peers around the kitchen quickly, before coming up behind you, a large hand circling your waist.

"How did you sleep? I realize I didn't ever ask," He drops a kiss to the crown of your head when he finishes speaking, and your breath hitches. Not with love or affection, but with a strike of fear, almost. It was an open air kitchen, and while everyone seemed to be sleeping in, you never really could know who may be stirring about.

"Slept fine. Kept the windows open," you shared a room with Clara on these trips, you two were always the closest of the girls growing up and never minded sharing. She didn't say anything when you came in at 2 am with mussed hair and swollen lips, and you were grateful for it.

"You could have stayed, Joris didn't come in until late."

You finally bristle, dropping the pot onto the drying rack. "I wish you wouldn't say things like that."

You turn in his grasp, eyebrows frayed in the middle of your face. He hates when you look at him like this. "Y/n, we're not children anymore. We're two consenting adults."

"Emma will hate me."

"And is that worth your happiness? Whether or not your friend, who you aren't that close to, by the way, is mad at you?"

"You cheated on her, Charles."

You clear your throat as you blink away the memory. Emma scoffs again at the thought of Charles. "He even had the gall to come out on the patio at the same time as me this afternoon."

"Everyone was on the patio, Emma," you level, already getting irritated with her tone. She irritated you often, Charles wasn't necessarily wrong about your lack of proximity to her. She was always a bit bratty, but had too much history with the group to be left behind, no matter how much she seemed to irk everyone. "You can't expect him to walk on eggshells around you, he's still a part of the group."

Emma stops walking, but you keep pace. "Are you defending a cheater, y/n?" You're glad you didn't stop.

Your eye twitches, and you're glad that she can't see it. This conversation was draining you, yet it's barely started, and already, it's over. She did this nearly every time they were in the same vicinity, and it was getting old. Or maybe, it was the guilt that you were fucking her ex-boyfriend.

It was a mistake that they dated in the first place. He had just broken up with his long term girlfirend, someone you all never seemed to get along with, and Emma's eyes were always slightly googly for the boy. Her attention was more palpable, and better received, than the rest. So they began to fool around, began to hold hands a bit more at group dinners. You heard her say 'boyfriend' much more than he did, though.

The cheating was a bit egregious, even for Charles. For the sake of everyone's friendships, his romance with her was kept under wraps, the superiority of a professional PR team apparent over gossip columns and nosy fans. It was the nosy fans, unfortunately, that had found Charles in a club somewhere in Italy with his tongue down some model's throat.

She cried, shouted, did everything but rip her own hair out at the photos that surfaced. Perhaps it hurt her most that people were excited to see Charles with the woman, finally seen with someone that wasn't an engineer or Vasseur. They didn't know about her, and frankly, they never would. She was never terribly important to Charles, everyone knew that, and now she did too.

The group had moved on, sans Emma. No one really made fusses about it in the first place, their relationship running its course over only about 3 months. The boys saw it coming and, well, the girls had warned her. A rebound was always obvious to those watching.

The worst part, the part that made you feel so ill all the time, is Charles wanted to be yours, and you wanted to be anywhere but the villa.

You grab your sweater off of the chair at the vanity mirror in your room, bristling at the chill coming from the open window you had left during the night, and now day. You hear the laughter of your friends, of Peter shouting over Oliver, and Charles laughing from his belly. You hate that you can tell his laughter from the rest.

When you sit back down at the table, Clara waits for you to scoot your chair back in and place the napkin in your lap. "You lost her inside, eh?"

You crack a smile, Clara was your most blunt, and funniest, friend. "Had to, lest I hear about Charles's trespasses again."

Clara chuckles into her wine glass. "If only she knew."

In a lowered voice, you turn closer to her. "I think she may actually lose her mind if she found out, Clara."

She rolls her eyes. "Find out what? That you two are obsessed with each other, yet you won't take him seriously? That she was collateral? Shit happens."

"That's not what this is."

"Please. He'd marry you tomorrow if given the opportunity, y/n. Deep down, she knows that was never her anyway."

When you look back up at Charles, he's already looking at you, looking so endearing that you have to look back down at your chicken and roasted vegetables. You're still not hungry.

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It happened quickly, but the buildup seemed to make it inevitable. You were always a friend of the leclercs, your mother's growing an affinity for each other when you were quite young. You grew up alongside the boys, Charles always having a soft spot for you in particular. Charles escorted you every time your father hosted a gala, and voluntarily was your designated driver on nights out. One in particular, 6 months ago, sealed fates.

"Charlie, just take one shot."

"If I take a shot, I won't be driving," he laughs at you, looking at you with little twinkles in his eyes. He and Emma had just finally broken up, the past 3 months couldn't be categorized as anything but odd. After they had notified the group, in their own respective ways, you had seemed to have gotten your fun loving, a tad awkward, but always down for what you were plotting, Charlie back. He had agreed in a heartbeat to meet you and Clara at the club. It makes you grin.

"That's fine, uber exists. Have fun for once, please?" You pout, tequila speaking for you. Everything was already a bit hazy, much funnier than normal, and less serious.

"Yeah, come on Chaaaarlie," Clara giggles knowingly. He'd do anything if you asked for it, this was a fact.

With a shake of his head and faked disdain, he downs the shot, hears your cheers, and suddenly, one shot is seven and you're both screaming the lyrics to an old Fergie song that blasts through the speakers.

Heels were a bad, but stunning, idea. You felt cute and confident, but by the time you had stopped dancing like a mad person to get a drink of water, the balls of your feet began to throb.

"Please don't take your shoes off in this place," Charles begs.

"Don't be my father," you frown. "My feet hurt."

"Your feelings will be what's hurting when someone steals these off the section couch," he points to your feet, and there was a touch of validity. They were Jimmy Choos, after all, and cost more than you could comprehend. Charles often went overboard on your birthday gifts.

"I'll take that risk."

"I'll hold them."

"You won't," you say with a laugh, used to his dramatics. But he shocks you, gingerly picking them off the couch and holding them on his index and middle finger.

"Charlie, put my shoes down."

"I will do no such thing."

Somehow, somewhere between promising Clara you'd text her when the uber dropped you and Charles off at his place, helping him get the key into the lock of his door, and sitting on his kitchen island, Charles finds himself in between your legs, staring into your eyes that had glitter and mascara surrounding them.

It wasn't normal of "best friends" to be around each other like this. He knew that. He hadn't wanted to be just your best friend in a while though, but having you in that capacity was better than nothing at all. Especially when he had seemingly bounced from one girlfriend to the other, and deep down, he knew it was because he was bored. They weren't you, no matter how much imitation was attempted. Perhaps the only person who was aloof to his truest desires, was you.

"You looked very pretty tonight, y/n/n."

"You looked dashing yourself," you wink, "the girls in there told you that though, no?"

He rolls his eyes. "That wasn't anything. Just fans, same shit as usual."

"You usually are being hit on by pretty girls, is what you're saying?" You continue to tease. Charles can't stand your smart mouth sometimes, especially how much he can't help but love it.

"To be fair, I don't really notice. I'm always looking at you, anyway."

You don't have a response for that. He's never said it outright, never crossing the line. But now he has, and there's no going back.

"Charles, you just broke up with Emma."

"I know,"

"You cheated on her."

"I know,"

"I'm your best friend."

His turn to grin. "I know."

In a fashion completely unlike you, throwing caution to the wind felt like the only option, pulling him in with your legs, locking around the back of his waist, lips pressed onto his, hair between your fingers. He tastes like tequila and mint gum, like the things you regret yet adore. He wonders if this means the same to you as it means to him.

When you wake up in his bed, makeup removed and your favorite shirt of his draped over your body, you inhale deeply when you feel the familiar soreness stretching through your lower half, and the weight of his arm roped around your body. Now that you've gotten your taste, you weren't giving it up.

"Did you pack the aloe vera?" You hear him from your doorway, blinking back from yet another memory.

"'S in the bathroom, look in the blue toiletry bag," you call, not looking away from where you were taking your hooped earrings out in the mirror. It was a domestic encounter in a way, like a scene taken out of context 20 years from now. Maybe one day, you'd be on holiday with a family of your own, enjoying silence once your kids were asleep after playing in the water all day. Maybe you'd be actually sharing a room, instead of whatever the fuck this was.

"You seemed off at dinner, everything okay?" Charles asks, rubbing the gel on his soon-to-be-peeling nose.

"Fine," you shrug, turning back to look at him, and not just his reflection. "Just wasn't so hungry. And cold, like I said."

He chuckles a little to himself. "I could tell," he nods with his head down to your chest. Your nipples had pearled, and supposedly, had been pearled, and were obvious through the thin fabric of your fitting dress.

"Jesus Charles," you berate, turning back to your mirror. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm a man," he corrects. "Who's seen what's under that dress and thinks it's a great sight. But I also like your mind and your personality and all that, of course." Idiot. He sits on your bed, making himself comfortable against the headboard as he watches you get ready for bed. Domesticity. "Will you be going back to Monaco after this?"

"No, visiting Clara's family in the states for a little."

He makes a discontent noise. "How long?"

"A week," you answer. "Miami."

"Fun, going to go out?"

"What is it to you?" You ask, half jokingly, half alerted by his series of questions.

He shrugs this time. "Care about you, want to know what your plans are. Is it a crime?"

"No, just makes me fear you're in love with me."

"I'm on my way to that, I tell you that all the time. And you make jokes because you know it's true."

You stand up from the vanity, looking at him with an expression that makes his heart hurt. It's that wounded puppy look, the way you used to look at Arthur when Charles would tell him to fuck off from trying to hang out with the two of you as teenagers.

"I don't really know what to say when you say those things." He stands up from your bed, meeting you where you stand in the middle of you and Clara's room. He still smells just like all your favorite aspects of summer, and that tired look in his eyes from a day of relaxation and release melts you. "I know I'm in my head."

"'S a good head to be in." He moves the strans of your hair that were falling over your forehead behind your ear, smoothing his fingers over your jawline until his fingers lift your chin. "That's better. Couldn't see your face."

"What is this, Charlie?" Your eyes search his, and he hates how scared you look. "Like, seriously. We, we fuck, we sleep in the same bed more than we don't."

"We always have done that, you've shared with Enzo and Arthur before too I'm sure."

"Don't be dense."

"I think that's just how I am, mon amour."

"Such a shithead," you mutter with a huff, annoyed with his smug expression. "I'm being serious. If sex is just what you want, or need, right now, I don't think I can do this anymore."

"It's much more than that to me, don't insult me," He no longer has a grin on his face, mouth turned much more stoic. "My actions precede me, yes," you withold commentary on that, "but I'd never do anything to hurt you, y/n/n. I care about you, think about you all the time, want you wherever I am, always."

A part of you thinks this is what you've always wanted to hear. A gorgeous, successful, personable man who you've grown to trust infallibly your whole life is 5 feet short of professing his love for you, and yet, you can't let yourself fully be happy. Because for the last 6 months, you've ducked and dodged your own friends, not wanting them to know about the two of you. He did cheat, for crying out loud. On someone you have baby photos with. No matter how annoying, or selfish, she comes off, Emma wasn't going anywhere in your life. And you'd be devastated if she did this to you, so he remained your dirty little secret.

"Am I interrupting?" Clara says teasingly from the doorway, a wine glass still in her hands. "Sorry, Mirabel wanted me to check on you."

You clear your throat and step away from Charles. "Not at all. Charlie's got a sun burn."

"Ah. You are pale," Clara notes. "Figures."

"Thanks, Clar."

"Still drinking?" You nod toward her glass. "Pour me one, will you?"

"Sure will." She turns, and you make to follow.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore, I think."

"Y/n,"

"Not right now," you say firmly, "please?"

And you've got that withered look, that look that screams exhaustion. Guilt's gonna kill him one day, he's sure.

"Fine."

And with that, you head out the door, leaving Charles in your room, regretting not telling you how he felt about you when his girlfriend told him to. Before Emma took that mantle instead, and before you started looking at him like it was hard to do so.

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Sammy brings it up first, but the entirety of the day was the beginning of the end of secrecy.

The next day had been decided as a boat day, everyone prepared for another long day in the sun, this time on the open waves. The girls had all gone below deck, in search of champagne and a bottle opener, and Sammy and Charles were far enough from Oliver, Joris, and Peter for them to hear a conversation.

"I've got a question I think," Sammy asks. He makes an affirmative noise, head leaned back against the cushions of the lounger, sunglasses sliding down his still peeling nose. "Are you and y/n hooking up?"

Charles immeditely looks up at Sammy, mouth open in a scramble for the most believable way to say no. "No, ah, why would you say that?" oh dear.

"Mate," Sammy winces.

"Fuck me," Charles yanks the glasses off and wipes both hands over his face. He keeps them there when he asks, "how?"

"Leaving hickeys is one thing, her jewelry on your bedside table is another." The central heating unit for their floor was in Joris and Charles's room, Sammy did go to adjust it yesterday morning. Fuck. "Does Emma know?"

"No," Charles says quickly. "No. Y/n doesn't want anyone to."

Sammy quirks his mouth to the side. "Well, are you dating?"

"No,"

"Ah." Sammy looks out on the water, stewing over this confirmed theory of his. You all suddenly appear from inside, cheering with a bottle clutched in Emma's hand, you with the opener. When he looks back at Charles, he sees that even though all four of you stand there he's looking at you. This must be sympathy for the devil, Sammy thinks, because why else is he feeling bad for someone whose problem was multiple attractive women had feelings for him?

"Charlie, can you help?" you pout, unable to get the cork loose from the bottle. It was obvious you were tipsy, drunk even, you all had been drinking since the sun came up.

"Fucks sake y/n, use your arm!" Clara groans. Sammy looks back at Charles, willing him with his brain to not be at your beck and call for once.

"I've got it," Charles chuckles, like an idiot, if you ask Sammy. He pops it, a cheer coming from the group at the appearance of bubbles and spray. It gets all over his hands as he attempts to hold the bottle away from his body, and he shakes the excess off as the cheers continue. Oliver whisks the bottle away to be divied up between everyone's cups, and Charles goes inside to wash his hands off. You slink off behind him, unbeknownst to him, or the rest of your friends, except for Emma, whose interest is piqued by your sudden absences.

"Thanks for the help," your voice is sweet in the silence of the kitchenette.

His head whips to your figure, slightly startled by your presence. You're barefoot, a brown bikini only covering what's absolutely necessary to be covered. He can't tell if he loves it or he hates it. Your open button up shirt tossed on as a cover up intrigues him, because, is that his?

"Is that my shirt?" Charles repeats, out loud this time, eyes trained like heat seekers as you move close. His hands lay in the towel, champagne still dripping off his fingers. You've seemed to have distracted his process.

"No, but it seems like you would love it if it was."

He raises his shoulders. "You're welcome to them."

You hum, "good to know." You're looking at him like prey, it makes his throat dry and he's not sure what to say. You're always the bubbly one, the sunshine when he's being grumpy and difficult.

Charles lifts his hands from the towel that he still hasn't utilized yet, pushing his luck by placing a hand on your hip. He plays with the string on your right hip, fingers begging to untie the bow. "You only like talking to me when we're in kitchens, huh?"

He makes you laugh with that, or maybe it's the alchohol making you do it. "I always like talking to you. It's you that can't keep hands to yourself."

A hand slides up his chest, resting casually, yet his heart races faster. That familiar, warm feeling settles in his lower stomach, and he wills himself not to harden like a teenager. "We both have a problem with hands, I see."

You tilt your head in challenge. You pull his hand off of your hip and lift it, analyzing the digits still drenched in champagne. And to his utter surprise, you take his index finger into your mouth. The eye contact you hold as you do so has his mouth dropping open slightly in a daze, mind going to static as he feels the warmth and wetness, the pucker of your lips. You hum as you release his finger with a pop, licking your lips.

"Don't think I have a problem with your hands at all, Charles."

Charles, not Charlie. He's ruined.

How you saunter away after that leaves him gobsmacked, flustered, and most of all, hoping this boat would be docking soon.

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"I have an offer for you," is how you start the conversation. You're all showered, evening attire thrown on and awaiting the metaphorical dinner bell. The two of you plus Peter were sat out on the patio, and were left alone when Peter ran in to the bathroom for a moment.

"When I come back home, we should go on date."

Charles thinks he mishears you. "What?"

"A date, Charlie. You know, when two people who share a romantic interest go out toge-"

"Enough, smartass," He stops your condescension. "You would go on one with me?"

You take a deep breath. "Yeah, I would. I like you, and all that."

"And all that," he repeats. "What every man wants to hear."

"Do you want to go on the date or not?"

"I do, I really do. Have wanted to for a while, you know."

You smile softly, resting your head on the lounger. "I know."

"Dinner's ready," Emma comes out to announce. When she sees it's only the two of you, her expression changes slightly, something only you'd notice after years of experiencing emotions from her. "Where's Peter?"

"Bathroom," you answer easily. Emma looks at the two of you intently, and Charles turns towards the water, not really interested in making conversation with the woman who's profusely stated her aversion to him.

"Hm. Well, come down soon."

When she closes the glass doors, Charles all but laughs out loud. "What a nightmare."

"Your ex," you rebut, "can't believe that to this day. If you didn't like her, why'd you do it?"

"Because I didn't think I could have you."

His veins fill with regret when he says it, he knows its not fair. But it's true, you know it as well. "Well, no more collateral damage, then." You stand up from the lounger, brushing down your dress. "Pick a good restaurant for the date."

Dinner begins well, Mirabel telling stories and Oliver denying them all. It's when the laughter dies down after Joris recounts their last trip to Nice that things begin to slant.

"Y/n/n," Emma calls from down the table. You turn to her, as everyone does.

"Yeah, Em?"

"I just have been dying to know," she starts, clasping her hands under her chin. "How long have you and Charles been fucking?"

Peter chokes on his wine. The table is utterly silent, and everyone's face carries the same shocked expression. And, wow, you've pictured this moment dozens of ways and hundreds of times, but honestly, this one was rare form. But after everything, especially today, caution was once again to the wind.

"About 6 months," you calmly answer, reaching for your glass. "Give or take."

"You bitch," she hisses. "Are you not even ashamed of yourself?"

"Are you not going to address Charles in the slightest, or is it just y/n's fault that they have sex?" Clara asks, and Mirabel and Oliver can't help the snicker in their chests. Sammy takes another piece of salmon from the middle platter.

"Yes, I could have said something," you mull.

Emma looks around, utter disbelief on her face as it seems everyone's refusing to intervene on this one. You can't blame them, and those who did know, well, their wine glasses are filled.

Emma gets up from the table with a curse of Charles's name and a disgusted look your way, and Clara clears her throat.

"So, anyone have any recommendations for clubs in Miami?"

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Weird headcanons of the guys that are just hanging around in my head:

Yuu

They can be very good on instruments, but they sound like a dying animal begging for God's mercy when they sing. Sadly for our freshman group, they love to go to karaoke.

They can't ride skates. You won't find someone with worse balance than them.

There is an eternal discussion about whether he is a girl disguised as a boy or just a very effeminate boy. Ruggie has a lot of money attached to Yuu being a boy and constantly begs him to tell him that's the truth.

Grimm

He is allergic to peaches, they discovered it when they put him on a diet for having gained 4 kilos in a week. Use this as an excuse for not eating healthy.

Somehow, he's good at origami. He surprises many with his paper cranes.

Riddle

He wears braces, hardly anyone notices them because he rarely smiles in front of someone he doesn't consider his friend.

He likes to make collages with papers that are no longer of use to him or someone else. Her favorite is one of a rose that she made from history notes for a subject that was taken out of the syllabus.

Trey

Can't weave even if his life depends on it. He tried, thought it would be cute to make some place mats to put his baked goods on, but failed miserably.

He tends to hum a lot when he's baking. Has a specific tune for each dessert he makes.

Cater

He usually wakes up on the opposite side from which he falls asleep. He moves and kicks so much that it's impossible to share a bed with him without getting hurt.

Hates talking to his sisters on the phone because they always end up complaining about their exes.

Ace

He has the palate of a 5-year-old. If there are no burgers and fries or nuggets on the menu, he simply won't eat anything.

Can't whistle. He would say yes, but if you ask him for a demo he will fake an urgency and run off.

Deuce

He called Professor Trein dad on one occasion. Trein didn't say anything for a good 5 minutes and poor Deuce wanted to jump out of the window in embarrassment.

It is the teachers' favorite. He's not the smartest, but he's one of the few students who really tries to pay attention in class.

He cried like a baby the first night at NRC over the fact that he left his mother home alone. He didn't calm down until I called him around 3 in the morning.

Leona

He has slammed himself into a glass door at least 2 times for being more asleep than awake while skipping class.

Although he does not like vegetables or greens, he is a keen lover of fruits in any type of presentation. He almost bites Ruggie when he tried to steal his mango milkshake.

Ruggie

Have had lice more times than he can remember. You know he got them again when he completely shaves his head.

The first time he ate at NRC he cried. He cried because for the first time in a long time he wasn't hungry after eating and because it was unfair that his grandmother couldn't enjoy that privilege.

Jack

Didn't believe Ace about Riddle's rages until he saw them for the first time. Now he fears him as much as he respects him.

Firmly believes that if he doesn't exercise for a day, all his performance will go down the drain. He tried to go to training once with a bent ankle.

Azul

It's a mama's boy. They talk to each other every day and even have video calls scheduled on the weekends for her mother to give him business advice, sometimes his stepfather participates.

He had a lot of trouble adjusting to the surface air. Occasionally he still has trouble breathing, especially in places with a lot of dust or dirt in the air.

Jade

Has costumes of all kinds in his closet, from the most common to the most extravagant and bizarre one can imagine. He has used each of them on at least one occasion and won't tell anyone why or where.

He likes to talk to Silver about the mushrooms that can be found in the forest, he treasures one that was given to him by one of Silver's rabbit friends.

Floyd

It is lightweight. One drink of alcohol and he's dead to the world.

He joined all the clubs (excluding Jade and Malleus) for at least a week. He got bored with everyone and is only in Basketball because he was given the ultimatum that he will no longer be allowed to join anyone else if he gets out of it.

Kalim

All of his siblings are from different mothers and many of them do not officially consider themselves to be members of the Al-Asim family. He completely ignores this and treats all of them the same.

On one occasion a business associate of his father called one of his sisters a whore and Kalim almost beat the man to death. It was the first and last time anyone saw him get into a physical altercation with such intensity. He has also thrown out many party guests for such comments towards his siblings and their respective mothers.

His hair color is the cause of Marie Antoinette syndrome.

Jamil

Because of him there is a massive fumigation in Scarabia once every two months.

Secretly hates Vil's food so much that he gave him a recipe book along with a set of spices.

He has a large scar on the palm of his hand from an assassination attempt.

Vil

He sets aside a couple of hours a week for his “stress deportation” session, taking pictures of the people who have pissed him off that week and throwing darts at them.

Vil indeed knows his mother. He met her at the age of 15 and she tried to emotionally blackmail Vil for money, his father placed a restraining order after that day towards the woman.

Rook

He loves his family more than anyone can imagine. Once one of his younger brothers came back pretty beaten up by a bully and Rook went to said bully's house to "talk" to him. The boy and his family moved within a week.

Will go out with anyone who asks him to, his motto is that anyone can be the ideal. Whether the relationship lasts more than a week is another story.

His family nicknamed him “Macaron le glouton” because more than once he was caught eating the cookies and cakes they had stored in the middle of the night.

Epel

He has a recurring dream in which he is on a raft along with a zebra, an astronaut, and a ballet dancer. He always wakes up scared and without understanding the dream.

He firmly believes that it shouldn't look bad to hit an old man, if you make fun of him he'll punch you in the house he doesn't care how old you are.

Idia

Tried to crash some women-only event for some kind of collectible figurine. He was discovered instantly and kicked out.

He's totally gone on a personal hunger strike because some anime/manga doesn't have the ending he wants. Ortho always ends up breaking down the door to force him to eat.

Once a girl he met online confessed to him and asked him to be her boyfriend. He instantly blocked it because he thought it was a scam.

Ortho

He has at least three certificates and trophies as a winner of cosplay contests. They are contests that he did not sign up for and he was not wearing a cosplay.

Once tried to eat something out of curiosity as to what the act of chewing and swallowing would be like. It took 4 days to get all the food residue out of his system and gears.

Malleus

Its body is covered in dark green scales, almost reaching black. They don't sting or anything, but sometimes they get caught in his clothes and it's hard to get them off without hurting him.

It has eaten 3 cell phones. This was a method of revenge against Lilia.

Lilia

He often has a nightmare in which Silver's biological family shows up to take him away, leaving him completely alone in his cabin. He always ends up sneaking into his son's room to calm his nerves when he wakes up from this nightmare.

More than once he has bumped into random women who end up slapping him even if he doesn't talk to them. Whenever this happens, he reminds the Diasomnia group that they should end their love affairs correctly and not make careless promises about getting married.

Silver

Another guy who wears braces. Sebek's father put them on because his mouth looked like a shark's with how crowded his teeth were. He always receives a star sticker on his visits for being a very calm patient.

He has calluses on his hands from his practice with the sword.

He has so little interaction with women that prior to joining NRC his only female acquaintances were Mrs. Zigbolt and Sebek's sister. So at the first event where girls showed up at school he just didn't know how to interact with any of them.

Sebek

As a baby he had a wooden stick which he bit when his teeth barely came out. He has it in storage and still uses it when he is stressed.

His appetite isn't hereditary or something fairies have, he's just a glutton and has a fast metabolism.

His horse threw him many times because he scared him with his screams.

He'll never admit it but Riddle terrifies him when he has a fit of rage. This fear only increased when the latter had to be electrocuted TWICE in order to kidnap him in chapter 6.

Español bajo el corte

Headcanons extraños de los chicos que solo estan por ahi dando vueltas en mi cabeza:

Yuu

Puede ser muy bueno con los instrumentos, pero suena como un animal moribundo rogando por la misericordia de Dios cuando canta. Tristemente para nuestro grupo de primer año, le encanta ir al karaoke.

No pueden andar en patines. No encontrarás a alguien con peor equilibrio que ellos.

Hay una discusión eterna sobre si el una chica disfrazada de chico o solo un chico muy afeminado. Ruggie tiene mucho dinero puesto en que Yuu es un chico y le ruega constantemente que diga que esa es la verdad.

Grimm

Es alérgico a los duraznos, lo descubrieron cuando lo pusieron a dieta por haber subido 4 kilos en una semana. Usa esto como excusa para no comer saludable.

De alguna forma, es bueno con el origami. Sorprende a muchos con sus grullas de papel.

Riddle

Usa frenos, casi nadie los nota porque rara vez sonríe frente a alguien que no considere su amigo.

Le gusta hacer collages con papeles que ya no son de ayuda para él o para alguien más. Su favorito es uno de una rosa que hizo con los apuntes de historia de un tema que fue sacado del plan de estudios.

Trey

No puede tejer aunque su vida dependa de ello. Lo intentó, pensó que sería lindo hacer unos manteles en los que poner sus productos horneados, falló miserablemente.

Suele tararear mucho cuando está horneando. Tiene una melodía específica para cada postre que hace.

Cater

Suele despertar del lado contrario al que se duerme. Se mueve y patalea tanto que es imposible compartir una cama con él sin salir herido.

Detesta hablar con sus hermanas por teléfono porque siempre terminan quejándose de sus ex parejas.

Ace

Tiene el paladar de un niño de 5 años. Si en el menú no hay hamburguesas con papas o nuggets el simplemente no comerá nada.

No puede silbar. Él diría que sí, pero si le pides una demostración fingirá una urgencia y saldrá corriendo.

Deuce

Llamó al profesor Trein papá en una ocasión. Trein no dijo nada por unos buenos 5 minutos y el pobre de Deuce quería saltar de la ventana por la vergüenza.

Es el favorito de los profesores. No es el más listo, pero es uno de los pocos alumnos que realmente intentan prestar atención a las clases.

Lloro como un bebe la primera noche en NRC por el hecho de que dejó a su madre sola en casa. No se calmó hasta que le marcó alrededor de las 3 de la mañana.

Leona

Se ha estampado al menos 2 veces con una puerta de cristal por estar más dormido que despierto mientras se saltaba las clases.

Si bien no le gustan los vegetales o verduras, es un amante vivido de las frutas en cualquier tipo de presentación. Casi muerde a Ruggie cuando este intentó robarse su batido de mango.

Ruggie

Ha tenido piojos más veces de las que puede recordar. Sabes que volvió a tenerlos cuando se rapa por completo la cabeza.

La primera vez que comió en NRC lloró. Lloro porque por primera vez en mucho tiempo no se quedó con hambre después de comer y por lo injusto que era que su abuela no pudiera disfrutar de ese privilegio.

Jack

No le creía a Ace acerca de los ataques de ira de Riddle hasta que los vio por primera vez. Ahora le teme tanto como lo respeta.

Cree firmemente que si no hace ejercicio un día todo su rendimiento se irá al caño. Intento ir a entrenar una vez con un tobillo doblado.

Azul

Es un niño de mamá. Se hablan todos los días e incluso tienen videollamadas programadas los fines de semana para que su madre le de consejos de negocios, a veces su padrastro participa.

Tuvo muchos problemas para adaptarse al aire de la superficie. De vez en cuando aún tiene problemas para respirar, sobre todo en lugares con mucho polvo o tierra en el aire.

Jade

Tiene disfraces de todo tipo en su armario, desde los más comunes hasta los más extravagantes y extraños que uno se pueda imaginar. Ha usado cada uno de ellos en al menos una ocasión y no le dirá a nadie porque o en donde.

Le gusta hablar con Silver sobre los hongos que se pueden encontrar en el bosque, atesora uno que le dio uno de los conejos amigos de Silver

Floyd

Es de peso ligero. Un trago de alcohol y está muerto para el mundo.

Se unió a todos los clubes (excluyendo los de Jade y Malleus) por lo menos una semana. Se aburrió de todos y solo está en el de Basquetbol porque le dieron el ultimatum de que ya no se le permitirá unirse a ningún otro si se salía de este.

Kalim

Todos sus hermanos son de diferentes madres y muchos de ellos no se consideran oficialmente como miembros de la familia Al-Asim. Él ignora por completo esto y los trata a todos por igual.

En una ocasión un socio de negocios de su padre llamó a una de sus hermanas puta y Kalim casi mata al hombre a golpes. Fue la primera y última vez que alguien lo vio entrar en un altercado físico con tanta intensidad. También ha echado a muchas invitadas de reuniones por ese tipo de comentarios hacia sus hermanos y sus respectivas madres.

Su color de cabello es causa del síndrome de Maria Antonieta.

Jamil

Por él hay una fumigación masiva en Scarabia una vez cada dos meses.

Odio secretamente tanto la comida de Vil que le regaló un libro de recetas junto con un conjunto de especias.

Tiene una gran cicatriz en la palma de la mano de un intento de asesinato.

Vil

Tiene apartado un par de horas a la semana para su sesión de “expulsión de estrés”, toma fotografías de las personas que lo han hecho enojar esa semana y les lanza dardos.

Vil de hecho si conoce a su madre. La conoció a los 15 años y está trató de chantajear emocionalmente a Vil por dinero, su padre puso una orden restrictiva después de ese día hacia la mujer.

Rook

Ama a su familia más de lo que alguien se pueda imaginar. Una vez uno de sus hermanos menores regresó bastante golpeado por un matón y Rook fue hasta la casa de dicho matón para “hablar” con él. El chico y su familia se mudaron a la semana.

Saldrá con cualquier persona que se lo pida, su lema es que cualquier persona puede ser la ideal. Que la relación dure más de una semana es otra historia.

Su familia lo apodo “Macaron le glouton” porque más de una vez lo atraparon comiéndose las galletas y pasteles que tenían resguardados en medio de la madrugada.

Epel

Tiene un sueño recurrente en el que él está en una balsa junto con una cebra, un astronauta y una bailarina de ballet. Siempre se despierta asustado y sin entender el sueño.

Cree firmemente que no no debería de verse mal golpear a un anciano, si te burlas de él te dará un puñetazo en la casa no le importa tu edad.

Idia

Ha intentado colarse en algún evento solo de mujeres por algún tipo de figurilla coleccionable. Fue descubierto al instante y echado a patadas.

Totalmente se ha puesto en una huelga personal de hambre porque algún anime/manga no tiene el final que él quiere. Ortho siempre termina rompiendo la puerta para obligarlo a comer.

Una vez una chica que conoció online se le confesó y le pidió que fuera su novio. Él la bloqueó al instante porque creyó que era una estafa.

Ortho

Tiene al menos tres certificados y trofeos como ganador de concursos de cosplay. Son concursos a los que no se inscribió y no llevaba un cosplay.

Una vez intento comer algo por la mera curiosidad de como sería el acto de masticar y tragar la comida. Tardaron 4 días en quitar todos los residuos de comida de su sistema y engranajes.

Malleus

Su cuerpo esta cubierto en escamas de un verde oscuro, casi llegando al negro. No le pican ni nada, pero a veces se atoran en la ropa y es difícil de soltarlas sin lastimarlo.

Se ha comido 3 celulares. Esto fue un método de venganza contra Lilia.

Lilia

Suele tener una pesadilla en la que la familia biológica de Silver aparece para llevárselo dejándolo completamente solo en su cabaña. Siempre termina colándose en la habitación de su hijo para calmar sus nervios cuando despierta de esta pesadilla.

Más de una vez se ha topado con mujeres al azar y estas terminan dándole una bofetada incluso si no habla con ellas. Siempre que esto pasa le recuerda al grupo de Disomnia que deben terminar de forma correcta sus relaciones amorosas y no hacer promesas sobre casarse despreocupadamente.

Silver

Otro chico que usa frenos. El padre de Sebek se los puso ya que su boca parecía la de un tiburón con lo encimados que estaban sus dientes. Siempre recibe un sticker de estrella en sus visitas por ser un paciente muy tranquilo.

Tiene callos en las manos por su práctica con la espada.

Tiene tan poco interacción con las mujeres que antes de entrar a NRC sus unicos conocidos del sexo femenino eran la Señora Zigbolt y la hermana de Sebek. Así que en el primer evento en el que se presentaron chicas a la escuela él solo no supo cómo interactuar con ninguna de ellas.

Sebek

De bebe tenía un palo de madera el cual mordía cuando sus dientes apenas salían. Lo tiene guardado y aun lo usa cuando está estresado.

Su apetito no es nada hereditario o algo que las hadas tengas, él solo es glotón y de metabolismo rápido.

Su caballo lo tiró muchas veces porque lo asustó con sus gritos.

No lo admitirá nunca pero Riddle lo aterra cuando tiene un ataque de ira. Este miedo sólo incrementó cuando este último tuvo que ser electrocutado DOS VECES para poder secuestrarlo en el capítulo 6.

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ju1cyfru1t · 7 months

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Gotta respect and love another writer who’s a cool writer and a minor!! Fellow writer, I present to you.. A REQUEST. I don’t really request often, cause it’s my job to make ‘em, (excuse my lazy ass, i CANT do them as much as you do cause you somehow have amazing motivation to do so??), but besides that-

How about some little sister headcanons?? Or just little sibling headcanons about reader being the most cutest thing ever, but also the most surprising turtle ever- Say sneaking up on her brothers not purposefully and scaring them, or just overall knowing a whole lot about a certain math problem Donnie has troubles on?? Idk but- Have fun with this, and remember to continue be awesome!! <33

your wish is my command 🧞‍♀️ and tysm for the request! I rlly hope you like it. <3

rottmnt x sister! reader

little sister hcs

Rise! Splinter, Raph, Leo, Donnie, Mikey, April x fem! sister! Reader

sister between the ages of like 12-15, fem! reader, PURELY PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL, contains swearing, hehehehehehheee

Splinter (SORRY HIS IS SHORT)

- Splinter is such a girl dad and always wanted a daughter. you cannot convince me otherwise.

- You best believe if you were to ever start dating someone ALL of them are interrogating your partner. All of em: the boys, Splinter, and April.

- You absolutely have special privileges w/ Splinter. like he is letting you get away with things your brothers don’t and giving you almost anything you ask for

- ^ bc like…you’re just a little girl. his little girl. his baby. LIKE COME ON NOW-

- he truly believes you could NEVER do anything wrong

Raph

- they are all hella protective over you but he is the MOST protective over you (he’s the oldest, you’re the youngest; it just makes sense, ok?)

- when training, he really holds back and goes easy on you even if he doesn’t need to bc he couldn’t imagine hurting you in any way. to him you are precious and fragile

- iffy about letting you go on missions and patrols even if you’re absolutely ready

- ^ it’s not that he doesn’t believe in you, he’s just worried about what could happen

- Carries you :D

- Lectures you but just because he cares and he makes sure you know that he isn’t trying to be mean

- ^ apologizes profusely if his temper does get the best of him

- Yells at Leo for messing with you

- Anytime you’re in battle, he tries his best to keep you behind him if he can

- Heaven forbid you like Ms.Cuddles show

- He absolutely cannot say no to you like it just physically pains him

- Since Raph’s the oldest, he TRIES (key word TRIES) to handle all the important *cough* talks (puberty, s3x, all that fun growing up stuff) but he struggles 😭😭😭 ends up asking April or Donnie to handle it (but shouldn’t Splinter really be handling that???)

- dotes on you like you’re the cutest thing he’s ever seen

- reminds you all the time that he’s proud of you

Leo

- he tries SO hard to be the “cool” brother

- will always claim and brag that he’s your “favorite,” regardless of its true or not

- teases the shit out of you all the damn time like I wouldn’t blame you if you socked him in the throat

- but he just picks on you bc he loves you

-^ and while this is true, he would NEVER let anyone besides him and your brother make fun of you in any way

- (Almost) always has faith in you. he understands what it’s like to feel like no one trusts you and he doesn’t want you to feel that way

- Listens to all the drama and hot gossip and agrees w/ you on everything. If you’re beefing with someone, SO IS HE.

- ^ that bitch Chloe who told you your shirt was ugly is 13. So what? He doesn’t gaf they are BEEFING

- teaching you things he probably shouldn’t be- NOT IN LIKE A WEIRD WAY, but like how to get away with shit and be sneaky and stuff

- there for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. might not be able to give the best advice depending on your problems, but he will hold you and let you cry if that’s what you need

- calls you ‘sis’

- not the best influence 😭

- If you confide in him secrets you haven’t told your other brothers he is weeping tears of joy that you trust him like that

- also dotes on you

- competitive as hell when you play any kind of game

Donnie

- if you’re a human, he’s (begrudgingly) driving you and picking you up from school. I mean, what kind of brother would he be if he let you walk the dangerous streets of NYC by yourself?

- fr though imagine your classmates faces when you pull up in that big ass turtle tank

- Regarding school, the best to go to for help with homework/schoolwork

- ^ and listen, he tries his best to be patient with you. that’s all I’m gonna say 😭

- Donnie doesn’t really treat you much differently than he treats your brothers, just a little bit more careful and EVER SO SLIGHTLY more patient with you

- will let you hang out in his lab while he works on something if you swear up and down on Splinter’s life you will not break, touch, or LOOK at anything

- If you want an honest, unbiased opinion he’s the brother to go to

- Ole Donatello is not the best at showing he really cares for you and loves you with words and actions, but just know he does and would never let anything happen to you

- Carries you on his back like he does with April

- Lectures you as well but just because he wants you to be safe and not do dumb shit (not as gentle as Raph tho)

- If Raph can’t, he’s the one protecting you and shielding you during missions

Mikey

- actually the “cool” brother (Leo remains hella jealous)

- since you two are the youngest I could imagine you’d be pretty close

- always wants to try new things with you: snacks, video games, recipes, pretty much down for anything

- invites you to watch YouTube with him if you’re bored

- If you’re a turtle mutant like them, he’ll ask to paint or add stickers to your shell and plastron

- cooks for you when you’re hungry

- if you attend, he makes sure you always have an after school snack + packs your lunch

- if you’re ok with it he is super affectionate with you

- Lets you vent anytime you need to about anything! He’s always going to be there for you and is the most compassionate of your brothers.

- You, Leo, and him doing stupid tiktok challenges and trends at 2am

- Believes in you no matter what. So, so supportive of any dreams or goals that you have. :)

- hypes you up

- beware of Dr.Delicate Touch and Dr.Feelings

- reminds you often that it’s ok to be emotional and vulnerable

April

- of course she’s best friends w/ all of you but you guys have special sleepovers where it’s just the two of you (which your brothers probably crash if they’re bored)

- ^ obvi calls them “girls night”

- (Varies depending on your species(?)) the one to be the most helpful when you’re body starts changing and you go through puberty because let’s be real your brothers don’t know shit (except Donnie MIGHT know a little bit)

- you can always trust her with secrets or just things you don’t want your brothers to know, like you can talk to her about ANYTHING

- let’s you complain and rant about the dumbass shit your brothers do ALL THE TIME (NOT IN A MEAN WAY I LOVE THEM I SWEAR 😭)

- ^ lmao she totally joins in and agrees w/ everything you say about them

- def let’s you borrow from her if you want (accessories, clothes, jewelry)

- GOING ON ADVENTURES TOGETHER

- Mayhem LOVES you

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magic tongue (eddie munson)

a/n: this is legit my first fanfic i’ve written in a fat minute (4 years lol); so excuse the shitty writing <3

genre: smut. summary: porn w/o plot. just some situations in which eddie eats you out and the encounters afterwards.

warnings: oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, male and female orgasm (multiple), cockwarming, teasing, overstimulation, dirty talk, hair pulling, begging, slight exhibition kink, praise kink, slight breeding kink if you squint.

pairing: eddie munson x fem! reader

MINORS: DNI! if you read this, you must know it contains NSFW content.

if there was anything you knew for sure, it was that eddie loved to be between your legs.. and you loved having him there. he constantly let you know by telling you any chance he got, no matter who could hear. something about him making you feel this good made him so confident. the mere thought of eating you out could send his head spinning into a state of intoxication that could only be described as pussy-drunk. it made his head cloudy in the best way. so focused on you, and only you. you two could spend hours all wrapped up in eachother.

his face buried into your core, your hand grasping his hair like your life depended on it, his arm wrapped around your hip and thigh; while his other hand is grabbing handfuls of your sensitive boobs, your other free hand grabbing onto one of his and squeezing it whenever he hit just the right spots.

in other words, hearing and feeling you completely lose yourself in your orgasm due to eddie’s manipulation, made him want you even more.

while eating you out, he never missed a chance to finger you either. having his fingers inside you as you came was sort of like a pre-game to when he would actually be inside of you. by you contracting and releasing around him, he would stare at you in awe. so much so that he would moan deeply into you and cause your orgasm to last even longer and prepare you for the next one.

no matter the position, eddie knew exactly what to do to you in order to make you feel the best. each position had something enjoyable for each of you.

one of the ways to eat you out was to have you ride his face. you had always fantasized about the position but, the first time he asked, you were in a slight state of shock. you were afraid of hurting him in some way. however, he assured you that he wanted this and was going to make sure the both of you were completely comfortable.

it would start off with him grabbing your hips and positioning you over him. you instantly gripped onto the headboard near you. he slowly lowered you down as you felt his rings dig into your skin along with the most pleasurable sting from the coldness of them. as you came into contact with his face, you could’ve fallen apart right then and there. he licked up between your folds and grazed your clit painfully slow. knowing that the teasing was driving you crazy in the best way. once he finally gave in and decided to really give it to you, you would sometimes pull away from the overstimulation. when you would pull away, he would immediately notice and pull you right back down to pick up his pace as much as he could. this back and forth of pulling away and coming right back made the both of you incredibly horny. he just felt so good that it was hard to hold yourself up. he would praise you with phrases telling you how good you tasted and how much of a good girl you were for behaving for him. each praise sending vibrations through your whole body. this position also has the advantage of gravity. as you would come undone right over his mouth, eddie could feel the flow of juices dripping directly onto him and he could really taste you.

out of every position you tried, both of you admitted that the designated favorite was when you were lying down on your back while he is down on his stomach facing you. while he was working on you with his tongue and his hands were holding you down, his hips would dig into the bed and give him the friction he so desperately needs. while pleasuring you, he gets incredibly hard due to the undeniably erotic sight and sounds of you right in front of him. each time you were in the position, your begging and praise towards him would send him over the edge. the pornographic scene that you two had created was enough to make him cum harshly right into the bed below him. when you noticed this, it made you impossibly wetter knowing that the act of pleasuring you could manipulate him to such a degree. but if he caught his orgasm in time, he would bring himself upwards and closer to you while pushing your legs farther apart. once his hips were close to your center, he would slowly bottom out into you. causing the both of you to loudly moan in unicen. he would perform a few deep and fast strokes before cumming deep inside of you. this action causes you to cum along with him. as he pulls out, he notices the cum flowing out of you and he slowly moves his fingers into you in order to keep it all in.

without skipping a beat, eddie dives right back into you. this cycle of penetration mixed with eating you out was a regular activity for the both of you. switching up where his hands were touching your body. one of those being when he would push down into your lower stomach. not only did that keep you in place, it also put pressure on the area that would make you come undone even faster and harder.

after multiple rounds, you were exhausted. occasionally, even after everything, eddie could still be hard. you had suggested something to keep the both of you happy as you slept. before drifting off to sleep, you two would spoon; with his chest pressed to your back, and his dick comfortably inside of you. not only would this keep the both of you satisfied, it would have you both waking up to welcome each other to mandatory morning sex. since the both of you were a little tired, morning sex would be slow and sensual. with low moans and praises being exchanged. the feeling of him fucking you from behind was an exceptional start to the day. eddie would really take care of you. he would wrap his arms around the front of you in order to massage your clit and grab handfuls of your chest. making you feel loved as you felt your first orgasm approaching. you would come undone while his dick was inside you and he would finish right as you called out his name.

the sensations washing over you two were so amazing that it made you two want to do it all over again. and you would do it all over again. the both of you were so infatuated with each other that you two could go round after round and still somehow want more at the end of it all. you couldn’t get enough of each other. you couldn’t get enough of eddie.

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you

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dljcem · 10 months

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hi !!! if you're willing, may you write something daniel larusso x female reader where she goes to cheer him up & keep him company while his leg is broken after the tournament? thank you in advance <3

ೃ༄ Uptown Girl

daniel larusso x reader

begging for more karate kid requests…i rewatched the movies yesterday and i cant get it out my head.

warnings: not beta or proof read, slightly rushed

he's annoyed when you and his mother insist he rests after the tournament. sure, his leg hurts like actual hell, and he can't take more than a few steps without promptly falling, but he's itching to continue his karate training.

his restlessness tends to get the best of him during his recovery. he doesn't know what to do, practically bed-bound and unable to do the one thing he's grown to love most.

your visits are his only real source of entertainment. he cherishes them, anticipates the next one before you've even left his apartment.

he coaxes—or tries to, at least—you into staying with him longer. when you tell him you have to leave, he’ll put his head on your shoulder and beg for a few more minutes (which always ends up as a few hours, if you truly give in.)

his favorite thing to do while you’re over is watch a movie. most of the time, it’s some cheesy romance with more kissing scenes than plot. its an easy excuse to have a hand on your waist and press a few sweet kisses to your lips, in his eyes.

he finds comfort in your presence. it's not overwhelming like his mom's usually is—you're calming, a breath of fresh air amidst all the chaos in his life.

he tones down the complaining when you're around. he may be frustrated with just about everything, but he's not letting down the opportunity to have you dote on him a little more.

he thinks you look awfully cute while taking care of/spending time with him<3

#daniel larusso x reader #daniel x reader #daniel larusso #the karate kid #karate kid #karate kid fanfiction #the karate kid 1984 #karate kid hcs #danny larusso #1980s #80s films #80s movies #ralph macchio #1984 #karate kid imagine #cobra kai #miyagi do #dljcem

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veemunson86 · 4 months

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It's okay to run sometimes

Love of my life (chapter 2)

Pt. 1

This one is just straight up sad angst. I have the first few chapters on my wattpad and will have most of them transfered here today!

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It's been 3 days since Eddie's death, and everyone was hurting. With everything that happened in Hawkins, nobody was doing okay. Morning sickness had been horrible, and it was hard without him by your side to help you.

Dustin hadn't left your side since you went home. You were currently spilling out whatever you had eaten that morning, in the toilet. Dustin held your hair back and rubbed your back "want some water or anything??" He asked." Yeah that would be great?" Your voice sounded hoarse from the endless crying over the last 3 days.

Dustin walked in with a glass of water and sat next to you. He had been so strong, it was all too much and he finally broke. Tears spilled from his eyes, running down his cheeks in a heavy stream.

"Why did he Have to go back? We had a plan!" He cried out in frustration. "This should he him here with you right now. Why didn't he just run?! " He asked through the tears. You hugged him and rested your head on his arm ." I don't know kid.. I don't know.." you cried softly.

The day of Eddie's memorial was the hardest yet. You had been in the same clothes, curled up in bed, or on the couch for about a week now. You brought yourself to shower and get ready. You wore a knee length black dress, and wore your hair up in a ponytail. Everyone he was close with agreed to hold it at skull rock, one of his favorite places to be. Everyone was told he was hurt during the earthquake, only the group of you knew what really happened.

Everyone sat and spoke of their favorite memories with Eddie, and you knew it was time to make the speech they asked you to prepare.

His uncle looked at you with a reassuring smile.

You stood up and cleared your throat ." Hi uhm.. hi everyone, and thank you all so much for coming. Eddie munson was.. he.. Eddie munson was a very special person to anyone who got to truly know him. He could light up a room with his smile. Everyone knew that. And I hope our child gets that from him, that smile, his ability to see the good in every situation.

Most people say, If you could have one more moment with the person you love, they would say everything they didn't have a chance to. But for me.. I would tell him.. it's okay to run away sometimes..it's okay to be afraid. You don't always have to be strong. Everyone has a breaking point. You don't always have to be the person everyone sees you as. Eddie was just a few weeks shy of being 21. Eddie would be a father, the best father, and it breaks my heart-" you sobbed and covered your mouth. " it breaks My heart that our child will never have a chance to meet their amazing father. They would have been absolutely spoiled. Eddie always talked about having a family, far away from Hawkins, and I wanted that for us. But life got in the way of that dream." His uncle hugged you tightly, and you sobbed softly into his shoulder.

'So Eddie.. baby if you can hear this, I love you. We all love you so so much." You excused yourself and quickly went out to your car and just let out all of the built up emotion. You looked down at the ring he gave you that day, and closed your eyes, thinking about what your lives would have been like with this baby.

* holding her for the first time*

Eddie had tears in his eyes as he held his perfect baby girl in his arms. "Oh my god she's so tiny." He chuckled through the tears. He placed a kiss on her head and rocked her "hi babygirl.. I'm your daddy. And that beautiful woman right there is your mommy. We love you so so much."

* coming home*

"Okay sweetheart, here we are. Home." He smiled over at you as you held your newborn daughter in your arms. "This is where you will grow up. Where you'll make messes, and probably break alot of stuff, but that's okay. " he picked her up and walked around the house with her. He walked to the kitchen. "This is where we will have our breakfast and dinner together, and where your mommy will burn most of it." He whispered ." Hey!" You giggled" I'm not that bad of a cook." You giggled. He chuckled and held her" that's what she's thinks." He whispered and held her.

He then walked to her nursery. "This is your room . This is where you will get to play with your toys, and where I will play guitar for you every night to get you to sleep." He smiled and walked around the room before walking to your shared bedroom. "This is a very very special room. This is the room where me and mommy will give you another sibling one day." He said cheekily" Eddie oh My god! " you laughed "what? She's a baby, she won't remember." He chuckled and held her. "This is also where you can come and sleep with mommy and daddy when you get bad dreams. We will have a spot right here for you in the middle, where we can protect you against everything."

*first words and steps*

"Come to daddy babygirl, come on you're so close." He said encouragingly at his year 4 month old daughter. She had learned to stand, but not yet walk. It was definitely a work in progress. He kissed her head "oh well, maybe next time baby" he said as she fell flat on her butt yet again, getting frustrated with herself. You walked in the door from work with a smile as you saw your two favorite people. "Hey babe, how was work?" He asked, walking over and kissing you softly. You kiss back and smiled, gasping when you saw your daughter.

She was up and slowly making her first steps to where Eddie stood. "D-daaada!" She squealed. Eddie teared up and picked her up in his arms, kissing her cheek. "That's right sweetheart, it's daddy" he kissed her head and held her close.

You were pulled from your thoughts by Steve and Dustin getting in your car since you were their ride. This was gonna be hard.

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Jealousy Jealousy (Trouble Part 3)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Kate Bishop x reader

Word count: 1862

Warnings: jealousy, anger, mentions of homophobia, small smut, Nat being a manipulative bitch

series here:

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Ever since the party, all you could think about was that kiss. The way Nat’s lips moved across yours had you wishing for more. Her disgusting breath filled with drugs and alcohol was so addicting. You liked to imagine what she would’ve done if nobody interrupted, her cold hand playing with the hem of your panties and slowly dipping past the constricting fabric. Her fingers toying with your clit the way only you ever had the permission of doing.

“Y/N? Darling, there’s someone here to see you!” Your thoughts were soon cut off by the voice of your mother calling you downstairs. You had no idea who it could be, she certainly wouldn’t sound this excited if it was someone like Nat. But you hated how she was still a hope in your mind, knowing deep down that she wouldn’t even try to take the time out of her day to stop by and especially not in a way that your parents could see.

Your mother smiled in your direction and walked off to the kitchen, leaving you and whoever the person was at the door alone. Your mind quickly ran through every possibility of who it could be, only to land on nothing. That was until you opened the door.

“Kate? What are you doing here?” The girl smiled in your direction, playing with the tips of her fingers nervously. She couldn’t look you in the eyes, it was too nerve-wracking.

“Well, ever since the party last night I haven’t really been able to get you off my mind. I wanted to make sure you were okay after Nat pulled you away, and I kind of wanted an excuse to talk to you again.” You both shared a small chuckle at her words, a smile erupting onto your face as hers was marked with fear. She was scared to talk to you, but you didn’t know why. It’s not like you were popular or anything special, if anything, you should’ve been the nervous one. And you were.

“So, uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today or something?” You were left in shock, your mouth faltering slightly as you blinked a few times to register what she was saying. Your lack of response caused Kate to think the opposite of what you were truly feeling, leaving the small pit in her stomach to grow.

“If not, it’s fine, really! I just thought you seemed pretty cool and wanted to get to know you a bit.” She shrugged, watching as the gears finally turned in your brain.

“No, no, I’d love to! Uh, hold on, let me grab my coat.” She nodded and you shut the door gently behind you, rushing to grab your jacket and saying a quick goodbye to your parents who were just as happy to see you making new friends. When you walked outside, Kate led you over to her car. It reminded you of Nat’s, nothing fancy or large, but enough to hold a few people. The engine took two tries before it finally turned on, causing Kate to let out a relieved sigh. She didn’t know what she would’ve done if it didn’t work.

“So, where are we headed?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence that fell upon you two. It was nice, you didn’t feel like you had to talk to enjoy her company. With Nat, you were always the one trying to start a conversation that she barely took part in or even tried to listen in on. She was usually too out of it to even register what words left your mouth.

“That’s a surprise.” She teased, leaning over the dashboard to give you a small, sly smirk. You rolled your eyes, hitting her shoulder softly and reminiscing in the breeze provided to you by the open window. It was only a few more minutes before you arrived at your destination, your lips turning up into a cheek-hurting grin when noticing your surroundings.

“Oh my god! How did you know this is like- my favorite restaurant? Have you been stalking me or something?” You rushed out the nearly broken door, only to be stopped as the girl in front of you opened it for you. The diner was a family-owned business, it was the first place you stopped by when you moved to this town. The waitresses greeted you with kindness and respect, they acted as if you had been friends for years even though you knew them for barely ten minutes.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that part?.” She joked, her hand landing on your shoulder and her arm pointing in the direction of the small building. Her smile was contagious and so was yours, it was relieving to finally have someone like this. Nat had never taken you out to a place you loved, she never took you out in general. Kate was quickly rubbing off on you, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the warmth with her, the happiness and laughter. It bewildered you that only last night you had met this girl who was already making you feel like no other.

Meanwhile, Nat was stood in front of the phone, dialing your number for the third time. It wasn’t like you to not pick up, ‘maybe you were just in your room and couldn’t hear it,’ she thought. She hoped if anything. When she was ready to give up and say fuck this, the ringing stopped. Your mother’s voice filled her ears,

“Hello?” Nat straightened her back as if the woman could see her and let out a small breath before answering,

“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. Uhm, is Y/N there?” Your mother was already annoyed, she could hear it in the sigh she exaggerated and the way her tone matched her cold face that she wasn’t able to see. It was clear to anyone, even Nat, that your parents hated to even hear her voice. She wasn’t that well-liked anywhere in the town, and especially not by your residence.

“No, she just left about ten minutes ago.”

“Oh, will she be back anytime soon?”

“She said around 8 PM. Anything else I can help you with?” Nat was confused, you’d never leave around this time especially not without her. You always followed her like a lost puppy, and now all of the sudden you don’t even tell her where you’re going? It’s not like she was trying to control your life, all she was doing was directing you on the right path.

“Did she tell you where she was going?” Your mother was on the brink of hanging up, clearly tired of speaking to the girl even though it had only been less than a minute.

“Look, all I know is that a girl showed up at our house asking for Y/N and they left shortly ago. We done now?”

“Hold on, what girl?” Nat scowled at the thought but knew who it had to be. Nobody else took the time to get to know you here beside her and Kate, and seeming that you weren’t with her, it was the only other option.

“I don’t know, she had black hair, pretty tall, maybe 5’5?” Nat said her rushed thanks and hung up, grabbing her keys before rushing out the doors of her house and starting her car. Her head was still pounding from last night, but she couldn’t care less. All she cared about at that moment was you, all she ever cared about was you. She didn’t understand where this nurturing side came from, but the feelings she got when thinking of you in danger without her help were too painful to miss. And the fear of losing you to a girl you just met hurt more than anything had ever hurt her before. Deep down, she knew that she didn’t deserve you. Deep down she knew that Kate was better for you, but she refused to admit it to herself. Maybe if she just pulled you away from Kate, then you’d realize just how much you depended on her.

She had no idea where her car was leading her, but she drove and drove until she came to a stop, seeing Kate’s beat-up car parked in the parking lot of a diner. Then she remembered, this was your favorite place. You told her countless times about it, yet she failed to listen each and every time. She could still see your excited face and how it faded when noticing how little she cared.

She took the turn, parking a few spots away from you both so you wouldn’t see her. But she could still see you through the window, oh how she wished that angelic laugh of yours was because of her. She wiped the tears away before they could even appear. Why was she so upset all of the sudden? It’s not like she loved you or anything, you were just some girl who was obsessed with her, nothing more. But the thought of you becoming as obsessed with anyone else caused something inside of her to spin, it made her sick to her stomach. Is this what love felt like? Is this the feeling you described so hopefully of having with someone one day? She always knew that someone was secretly meant to be her, but maybe it no longer was. It had only been a day since you met Kate and you were already hitting it off, maybe she was truly the person you’d been looking for. Maybe your dreams of moving away and starting a family with the love of your life were already being imagined with Kate. The what-ifs invaded her mind like parasites, they wouldn’t go away no matter how much she wanted them to. No matter how much she told herself it wasn’t true, the thoughts wouldn’t go away.

No, it couldn’t be, she would tell herself over and over. Kate probably wasn’t even interested in her own kind, but the way she looked at you told Nat otherwise. It’s not like you could openly say it anyways, but she prayed to every God she never believed in to assure she wouldn’t lose you.

“Fuck, Nat, what the fuck are you doing.” She whispered to herself, punching her steering wheel with her already cut-up and bruised fists. She had to do something quick, something that would make her go away. She wanted you to herself, even if she’d never tell you that.

Her mind raced with possibilities until she thought of the perfect way to convince you. It wasn’t manipulation, per se, just leading you on the right path. It was for you, to make sure you didn’t get caught up with some girl who wasn’t worth it. Maybe it was also for her, a way to keep you away from anyone but her. But, it was all for good measures, you just needed to realize you were nothing without Nat. You were hers, you just needed to remember that. And she’d make sure of it, somehow and someway, she’d make sure you realized Nat was the only one you needed.

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iovesia · 10 months

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i just can't, john wick with the reader is all about Contrast, literally 90% most softest comfort and 10% gut-wretching horrifying hurt threats. john wick is the sweetest man. he treats you like a princess, you literally swim in the pool of his care and love and gifts and attention....... and then you see him killing a man — idk just some random guy who was unlucky to stumble and spill his beer all over your favorite dress. it made you burst into tears, and to cheer you up that guy tried cracking jokes like "girl, c'mon, I swear now it looks like real high fashion like versa—" but he never finishes the line because of a knife piecing through his throat, dark tall figure standing behind him. as the dead body slowly fell to the floor, john looked at you and his death stare softened ..... (ik he overreacted, but it's her favorite dress!!).... and for whatever reason (ptsd) you wanna take a break and live on your own for few weeks. your stuff all packed, a plane ticket bought, you've been waiting for him to come back home from another mass-m3rd3r-mission so you can tell him everything. and john who is always so soft, so caring, so loving now roughly pins you against the wall, squeezing your wrists. he whispers all things he would do to you (fellonies) if you even think of leaving him.

"princess, i'll kill you <3"

AND while saying that he surely would play with a knife on the reader's skin, BUT YOUR HONOR, i forgive him, this man has suffered.

me when i literally write a fic about this!!!

excuse my size kink here— but now he’s towering over you, one of his hands is wrapped around both your wrists and the other is around your neck: his fingers pinching into your cheeks. he’s pushed you tightly against the wall, with no chance of escape.

“i’m sorry, honey, i don’t like being mean,” john kisses your temple, ignoring your sobs. “but if you run like that again…” he pauses, glaring into your tear filled eyes.

you don’t even wanna know what he’ll do.

#love letters.#DEADNON THE FLOOR!!!#dark!jw RARARA #possessive and delusion just how i like em #john wick x reader #*⠀john wick.

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queenofthecats · 5 months

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ʏᴜɪ ᴋᴏᴍᴏʀɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪᴀʙᴏʟɪᴋ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ’ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ

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Yui is one of my favorite characters, and for a reason. Let me explain:

(Please excuse the spelling mistakes)

1. 𝓔𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓫𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓢𝓸𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓞𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓼

This is what makes a person strong in my opinion, and Yui has a lot of it. She’s caring, despite the situation that she’s put in. She can admit when she’s wrong, and she genuinely feels bad. A little dense at times, but she still cares. I find her reminding me a lot of what I want to be. And no, I don’t mean her situation, I wouldn’t wish that upon my worst enemies. What I mean is her ability to forgive, her ability to heal. She’s like a golden retriever honestly, and her being genuine is what makes her so likable and is what makes me so confused when she receives hate.

2. 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹/𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻

I’ve never really felt comfortable as a queer woman around religious people. But she’s my comfort character, and for a good reason. Her faith, and her desire to not give up is what many of us wish we had the ability to achieve. She doesn’t use her religion as a way to attack, rather as a way to hold herself to moral standards. Yui doesn’t give up fast when it comes to her beliefs, she’s strong and isn’t swayed easily when it comes to something she truly believes, which is something so beautiful in a way.

3. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴀʙʟᴇ

As I mentioned earlier, she, despite being a teenager, is quite accountable. She apologizes when she does something she considers wrong. She tries to her best ability to understand why she made people upset. Not to mention, when she realizes she did something, even unintentionally, that hurt somebody, she genuinely seems to feel bad. I know this sounds pretty basic, but a lot of people seem to lack this, and so do so many ocs in the fandom.

4. ＨｅｒＥｍｏｔｉｏｎｓ

I know a lot of people love the cold-hearted look, but that isn’t favorable at all to me. Everybody has emotions nearly, except few with certain mental disorders. Yui plays into them, which is so realistic in a way, especially in her age range. Her bad endings reminds me of the female rage trend. If everybody is nonchalant about everything, imagine how boring that would be? No reactions, no nothing. We use art as a way to express our emotions, our backgrounds, everything we ever known. Imagine watching a horror movie for example, and nobody reacts the whole time. There would be no emotional value really. This is why human art is so special, this is why Yui is special. I don’t watch much media, but I’ve never seen a teenage female character that I’ve found interesting and emotionally relatable as Yui. She makes mistakes, she knows that. She isn’t made to be a completely unrealistic character, who is perfect, and fits every beauty standard, not that she’s not pretty, cause she is, but still. She’s perfect in a teenage girl way to me, not in a creepy old man who profits off unrealistic expectations way. She’s one of the realest female characters I’ve ever seen. I wish I was as strong as emotionally that she is.

5. ＨｅｒＤｅｓｉｇｎ

I could go on for hours about how much I love her and why, but I’m going to cut it short as I have more posts that I want to do!

Anyways, Yui’s design is aesthetically pleasing to me. I actually got into the fandom because of her design, as I saw it on Pinterest and fell in love with the color palette and how pretty she was to me. Her eyes are so pretty, and so is her hair. She looks like she has this warm aura surrounding her, like she’s the sun itself. She’s so simply designed, yet I love her. It’s funny, as somebody who has always been into more alternative fashion, I love her simple girly design. Her facial expressions make me laugh tbh, and she’s always so pretty no matter what she’s in.

6. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚜𝚋𝚒𝚊𝚗

Now, everybody in Diabolik lovers and also the fandom helped me realize this, but especially Yui. I loved the way she treated others, and started to think about how I would want a woman treating me that way, the way she treated the DL boys. I wanted somebody nice like Yui, but more than a friend.

The DL boys also helped me realize that it wasn’t being a certain way that I couldn’t stand, I just can’t stand idea of being with a man. This fandom also helped me realize this, as no matter how much they characterized the guys, no matter how much empathy they gave them, I was not attracted to them, much less real men. Their anime designs are some of the best I’ve seen, but I still couldn’t find myself, which caused me to go down a rabbit hole, that made me realize I did not like men at all.

-Livi

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#yui komori #diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #diabolik oc #komori yui #ayato sakamaki #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #shu sakamaki #reiji sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #ruki mukami #yuma mukami #kou mukami #shin tsumiki #carla tsukinami #kino #azusa mukami

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fhrlclln · 2 years

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lust for life | eddie munson

SUMMARY : you should’ve listened knowing that jock was no good, leaving you hanging the morning after. now here you are, concealing the fact that you still like your bestfriend eddie.

eddie munson x fem! reader

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REQUEST : by @kellysimagines

GENRE : nsfw/smut

WARNINGS : both stubborn & idiotic ppl in love, violence, mutual pinning, arguments, mentions of alcohol, best friends to lovers and smut (fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, inexperiences and gentle sex)

WORD COUNT : 5,546

a/n: hope you like this!! <3 posting the rest of my requests on the weekends. sorry it took so long to post this, i have been a little busy since i recovered from my sickness and unmotivated as of lately. stay tune for more eddie fics !!

likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

your heart pounds against your ribcage, your stomach flutters with this familiar sensation you’ve had since the start of your senior school year. everybody’s eyes were on you as you walked along the hallway. headphones on and walkerman playing. w.a.s.p’s i wanna be somebody playing through as you hummed to yourself with school was ending as usual. you could feel them, each stare, each whisper, checking you out as minded your own business. making you feel a little uncomfortable thinking your tight shirt you wore was too proactive or if something was on your face, but you shook the thoughts. now putting on a tight smile as some were waving at you, greeting you as if they weren’t the ones ignoring you back then in the past school years. nobody noticed you until now.

you’ve changed, a lot, almost everyone in your life knew you to be that chunky glasses and braces girl that sat back at the class with the freaks. you knew you’ve changed, swapping the glasses for contact lenses, braces already removed and the only thing your teeth needed now was just retainers. simply put, you grew confident finally.

and yet no one dared to talk to you even now.

the reason? it all leads to the person wearing his signature smirk written across his face, leaning against his locker adorned with every sticker from his favorite metal band, which was next to your locker. of course, you were friends with the whole hellfire. it has been known since you had sat on their table in the cafeteria in the first day of school year ‘86. and nobody wanted to go near you knowing your association with hawkins high’s resident freak and drug dealer—

eddie fucking munson.

“hey, baby.” he greeted as usual. the nickname thrown, flirtatious it maybe but it was eddie and you were used to it. eddie, your bestfriend since middle school. eddie, who everyone thought was your boyfriend. eddie, who always sticked around you since you two changed in appearances. you got through his buzz cut faze and he got through with yours. and you two look complete opposites standing next each other.

“hi, eds.” you smiled at him, shoving your headphones down to your neck, kissing his cheek as usual making him grin wider. eddie cocked his head to the side seeing a couple of stares people gave him in shock that you kissed the freak’s cheek. he smirked at it, turning his attention to you now. seeing you put in that heavy textbook back in the locker and fishing out your binder.

“gonna study tonight, sweets?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“nope.” you simply replied, shutting your locker as you faced him with a small smile on your lips making him gaze upon it for a second. “chrissy just invited me to jason’s party tonight. you wanna come?”

“baby.” he rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. you giggled, knowing mentioning chrissy’s jackass of a boyfriend made his head hurt. “you know we don’t do parties, sweet thing.”

“but you said you wanted me to experience at least one party, eddie! and don’t give me that excuse. i remember very clearly dragging your drunk ass out of harrington’s halloween party last year.” you reminded him as he smirked.

“and that was harrington’s. better than carver.” he countered, inching closer to you to see your pout clearly. you huffed, crossing your arms, unaware the slight boner you just gave him.

“pretty please, eds?” you fluttered your eyelashes at him, still wanting him to come with you. “it’s my first party and i want you to be there with me.”

eddie stared at you. brown honey orbs shifting between your eyes and slightly parted lips, painted with that strawberry or mint gloss. his jeans felt tight seeing you plead for him. he bit his lower lip out of habit, jeans feeling tight in his crotch area. an itch in him that made him cower at the intrusive thoughts he was thinking about you right now.

“so?” you broke his silence as he let out a heavy sigh in defeat, unable now to say no to you. he could make a few bucks at the party, only downside was bumping with jason and his goons there. and he certainly needed to take care of you amidst the sweaty dancing crowd and creeps lurking in the house party.

“fine.” he said as you squealed in delight, making him smile as you engulfed him in a hug. not noticing the stares again as eddie patted your back gently. familiar he was with your touch as you pulled back, a little heat on your cheeks from his scent that you liked a lot. he smelled like cigarettes and cheap cologne, you figured he hadn’t opened a beer or smoked pot yet hence him actually smelling fairly clean today. rather attractive you would add for some reason.

“you happy, baby?” he asked, the way he rolled the nickname lower than he intended making your heart thump loudly. you nodded bashfully, your hands fiddling with each other as you two headed out of the school.

and yes, you may have little crush on him. actually, no. you do have a huge crush on him, you love him. it felt weird at first, sure, you two changed a lot. you’ve been pinning on him for as long as you had, since the start of highschool. you were still a freshman and he was a junior, back then he already had rocked his current style. from being two kids pushing each other and pulling each other’s hair to now him being so overly sweet that you warmed up to him for being this flirtatious friend. lingering touches, compliments, all those lovey-dovey shit you read in books.

but you were conflicted. yes, the thrill of him paying attention to you like you’re the only girl in his life was exciting. but the fact that none of his actions turned into what you expected. just bestfriends. it always ended like that as far as you knew, it seems normal to him that he would make you blush and call you ‘baby.’ and you were so confused and utterly defeated when you had brought it up the first time, asking him indirectly if there was something more than this confusing dynamic of a friendship. in which you gained nothing but more expectations.

“do you have someone you like, eds? or love.” you asked, laying on his bed while he was tuning his sweetheart. “or a crush! you haven’t told me anything about that.”

“i love you, sweets.” he chuckled making your eyes widened slightly as you stared at him. “you’re my fucking bestfriend. of course, you’re someone i love and like.” he shrugged, getting back to tuning. leaving you feeling vague at such a reply. damn him.

“can you drop me off by chrissy’s house? i got her directions.” you asked, hoping in his car. eddie rose a brow at the sudden mention of carver’s girlfriend.

“for what?”

“she’s lending me a dress to wear for tonight. ‘m just picking it up.” you explained, getting comfortable in his seat.

“don’t you got enough of those?”

“i’m just borrowing it.” you rolled your eyes at him, nose suddenly scrunching as you got a whiff of something foul emitting at the back. turning around to inspect it seeing that pizza box laying by the stuff he has in the van.

“oh my god, eddie. did you leave last week’s pizza in here?” you sighed as you opened the window. he snorted as he started the engine, driving off as you complained that he should clean the van for once. him saying back that he did clean it. just a month ago.

“left then that really nice white house with that garden!” you pointed as eddie let out a sigh.

“sweets, i don’t think we should be here.” he came to a full stop, looking around to see rich-ass houses and parked mustangs or whatever in this suburb. definitely not a place he should be driving in. scarier than where he lived.

“i’ll make it quick!” you assured him, getting out of the van to see chrissy standing by the porch. a big smile on her face as eddie watched you hug the hawkins high queen. he knew the friendship between the two of you, never really remembered how you started talking with chrissy. he watches as chrissy whispers something to you, looking slyly back to his van making him raise a brow as he tried to distract himself. a big smile was on her face as you bid her goodbye, hurriedly walking to hop in again, the slight glow on your cheeks noticeable as eddie hit the gas and drove off.

“got the goods?” he asked as if it was a drug deal, you rolled your eyes at him again as you held the neatly folded black dress up to show it to him.

“she said it’s not her style and it’s her wrong size. black and all and a bit short. i’m giving it a try.” you smiled at it. eddie glanced at the said dress, seeing it was indeed a party dress or something. got the little cute thin straps and all.

“looks expensive.” he mumbled, fishing out his pocket for cig and the lighter. you hummed contented, hugging the dress to your chest as you looked out the window, the whispering words chrissy gave you settled in your mind as you waited to let it all sink in later. hoping for the best.

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“sweetz! i’m ready. you okay in there?” eddie called from his room, the bathroom door shut as he waited for you. standing up in new clothes, fresh ones, still in his vest and jacket as he sauntered to the kitchen. drinking his beer out as he placed it on the counter, his black lunchbox in hand with all the goodies in it to make him some cash tonight.

“just a minute!” you yelled as you puckered your lips with the gloss in your hand. fixing anything that is out of order in your look as you admired yourself on the mirror. you look good, the dress indeed fitted you perfectly. it was nice, little ruffles at the hem and spaghetti straps. plain and simple yet daring.

eddie nursed the last bit of liquid inside the beer bottle, getting bored you were taking so long for a fucking party. it’s not like you had anybody there to impress or what fucking what. the bathroom door opens, eddie let outs a noise of relief as you stepped out, still fixing yourself.

“well thank fucking god, sweet thing. can we go—“ his words stopped at his throat as you walked towards him in that fucking dress. you look so good, too good in fact that he had to stutter something out feeling his sudden awkwardness as his cheeks turned slight pink at it.

“oi? you okay? i don’t want you drunk as shit while we’re still not in the party, eds!” you complained, grabbing the beer out of his hand to shove it in the trashcan. eddie only went quiet as he stood up to take a good look at you, not ashamed he was checking you out.

“you look good, baby.” he muttered out, checking you up and down. your cheeks tingled as your stomach did flips seeing him overly eyeing you. “why don’t we just stay at home tonight, sweets? don’t want you getting away from me at the party.” he teased with a smirk as you slapped his arm thinking he was serious for a moment yet his grin ruined it. he laughed as you ignored him and got out of his trailer to his van again.

the party was already roaring inside the house. you were met by a smiling chrissy again as she hugged you. eddie watched with a smile seeing you looking excited for the party, momentarily glancing down at your ass. he coughed, embarrassed now as you turned to him, grabbing his wrist to introduce him to the sweet girl.

“you know eddie, right?” you asked chrissy as she nodded, waving at him, friendliness radiating. eddie didn’t know what to do but awkwardly wave back, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable he was surrounded by the people he loathed. the rest of the moment transpired with you now in hand with some punch chrissy gave you as eddie was in the kitchen, drinking away while he was dealing with a few people. him occasionally looking out for you as you smiled at him from afar. here you are, turning your attention to chrissy who had knowing look on her face.

“how did it go?” she whispered, a teasing tone. it was kind of a dumb idea you two planned. chrissy knew your crush on eddie, it happened in the moment knowing she knows exactly there’s more than just friends between you and eddie. so she offered you to show off to him, testing the waters, seeing if the metalhead would crumble for you.

“it turned to nothing.” you sighed, chrissy frowned in confusion. “i mean he told me i look good but that was just it.”

“what!?” chrissy gaped, eyeing you in your dress. “you look hot! i guaranteed that he couldn’t get his hands off you looking like this, babe.”

“at least i got a compliment.” you shrugged. it was stupid to expect that something was gonna happen. eddie was just being eddie again. “it’s fine, chris’. he for sure still thinks of me as his best friend.”

“babe.” she pouted, noting the disappointment in your tone as you gulped the punch. “well, you’ve been dropping hints and he still hasn’t figured it out. maybe there’s a chance?”

“he’s too stupid to know.” you chuckled as she let out a laugh. “and i’m fine. don’t wanna pester this further you know?” you lied, completely disappointed still as the thought of him and his confusing manner.

chrissy sighed, feeling a little defeated you two weren’t seeing the obvious fucking feelings between the two of you. hadn’t you noticed the way eddie was looking at you the whole night? staring at you from the kitchen, as if he couldn’t do anything else than just be near you? you manage to stir the conversation of your little crush on eddie to a more interesting one as chrissy let the thought go. not noticing one man coming to stand before you.

“hey, y/n, right?” the music of party blasted as chrissy tapped your shoulder to make you look up from the couch to see this one jock you knew from jason’s group. you couldn’t remember his name but you put on a friendly smile as he sat next to you making you scoot over to chrissy.

“yeah. that’s me.” you responded.

“listen, i’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while and i was wondering…” the conversation drifted as your eyes widened hearing clearly you were being asked out. a thrill escaped inside of you as you got to know the jock with his sweet words. telling you how pretty you are and blah blah. chrissy watch momentarily before being called by jason leaving you alone with the admirer. the thoughts of eddie out of your mind, if he didn’t want you then surely someone would want you even if you couldn’t see the deception.

“so, do you wanna ditch this place?” he asked, eyeing your chest as you smiled at him.

“where to?” you asked softly.

“anywhere you wanna go, babe. think of it like a date in my mustang.” he smugly said as you wanted to say yes. yet you glanced to the side, seeing eddie still dealing in the kitchen. you needed to tell him you weren’t coming home with him tonight, he sure would understand, right? this was the first time somebody has openly asked you out. you were excited, getting attention as nodded excitedly as the said man grabbed your hand to get to the door. unfortunately so, you stopped amidst remembering the metalhead. suddenly feeling guilty as you searched for him, excusing yourself for a moment to find him.

your head turned to eddie’s direction. a grin on your lips as you wanted to tell him about this. how you just got asked out! yet everything stopped as you were met with his hard stare, a noticeable clench on his brows as he drank his beer. your breath caught upon your throat seeing him staring at you from across the room, a not so friendly smile on his face as he waved at you. you held in your breath as you sauntered towards him as he took big steps to get to you as well. something in him that looked like he’s mega pissed.

“don’t go with that prick, baby. i’m telling you.” he immediately warned, glaring before your shoulder from that jock who flirted with you before his eyes. the same fucking prick who eddie remembered was teasing you for looks back then.

“what? eds, he just asked me out! a drive in his car and that’s it!” you raised your voice a little, knowing the music was blaring to muffle both your voices.

“sweets, he’s the same fucking jackass who bullied you last year!” he stressed, cupping your cheeks as you stared at his brown orbs. seeing them dilated, almost black, making you want to kiss him. this sense of overprotectiveness overwhelming you, momentarily forgetting the jock waiting for you by the front door.

“he’s using you, sweets. i’m telling you.” his brows furrowed. your face contorted into annoyance at his words. you gulped, knowing now you recognized that jock from somewhere. memories seeping in your head the times you cried in the hallway with eddie comforting you because him but as stubborn you are, you stood your ground. “please put that in your fucking head for once. you drank and i’m not letting you out of my sight.”

you trembled yet sighed. “fucking hell, eddie. i’m just trying to have fun—“

“fun? fun? fun? is this what you call fun? getting wasted and getting with someone who once fucking told you harsh things, y/n!” he used your name, this all getting serious as your eyes widened. this sudden rage he has overwhelming you. fights between you two were scarce yet now, out of all moments, right now was the time to get in an argument with him when you’re still so conflicted in the inside.

“i’ve had enough of remembering what i used to look like, eddie. at least he doesn’t make me confused what he wants not unlike you.” you back away from him. the alcohol in your veins making you not think straight that you blurted those words. “i got to go.” you mumbled.

eddie’s hand dropped from your cheeks, utterly defeated as he let you go to the that jackass. he wanted to shout, reach out for you, yet the look of your face said that he couldn’t say no to you again. and now he was left to regret he couldn’t say something else to make you stay. hearing well those words you spew to hit him. he confused you? his mind run high with the alcohol in his stomach making him feel sick watching you leave giggling with that prick. he just hopes you were fine by tomorrow.

•••

a day had passed since that night. the night of the party ended badly for eddie. his head was hurting, still so confused the single sentence you threw at him the night you two argued. he confused you? his head hung low as the hellfire table chatted amongst the noises in the cafeteria. something missing stirring in the vibe of the table.

“where’s y/n?” mike broke the ice as he looked to your spot next to eddie. it was empty, like a silent void that no one was used to. eddie lazily brought his head up to see every member waiting for his answer, knowing he was the one who knew where you are all the time. shit, would he like to know as well where you are.

“saw her at the last table alone. is she ok?” dustin added as he look to eddie again. the members went silent as eddie stood up from his seat, leaving them as they all turned their heads to each other in confusion what was going on between the two of you.

eddie walked across the unknowing glances as he saw you. sitting alone, head hung low as he was. like you had been so hungover, a concern in his heart telling him to come close to you. and he did, even if you were still mad at him for trying to prevent you last night but he doesn’t care, as long as you are alright, he’ll fuck off right after.

“sweets.” eddie called out. your eyes widened slightly hearing his name. right now you wanted to sob hearing him say it so softly. you looked up, bags under your eyes, mascara stained around it. like you just have been so tired and felt so utterly used after that date you had gone out with. which you so deeply regret not listening to your own best friend.

“e-eddie.” you manage to croak out, not able to hold in the sob. tears flowed down your cheeks, the emotion of distraught and utter disappointment in yourself taking over. you never wanted to experience what happened last night. how foolish you are so. now here you are, feeling selfish you sought the arms of the man you yelled at last night because of your stupid feelings.

“sweet thing.” eddie sat beside you, pulling you close to his arms as you immediately hugged him back tightly. wanting to shake off that embarrassment, thoughts of last night like a plague in your mind. your head buried in the crook of his neck, letting it all out. his hand caressed your head, flipping of any who stared at the two of you for so long. eddie didn’t want to say anything else, wanting you to feel comfortable first to tell him what happened last night. a moment of silence transpired as you sniffled, letting out a sigh as he let you compose yourself.

“i-i’m sorry, eds.” you started, looking at him with teary eyes. “i should’ve listened to you and now i just…”

“bit by bit, baby. don’t have to tell me everything if you don’t wanna.”

“n-no. it was shit of me to yell at you, i’m sorry. b-but… i really thought someone had finally wanted me last night.” you trembled, feeling disgusted at the thought of that jock. “i really thought. and i was so fucking stupid and all he did was just take m-my—“ you stopped your words as another sob took you.

“he what?” eddie asked again, not wanting to believe it was true to what you were implying. you looked at him, his eyes went red as you spilled out the rest of the night. you had gone home with the jock, sleeping with the prick for the first time yet the experience was slowly disintegrating the moment he took pleasure for himself only. leaving you so unsatisfied and used the morning after. like he treated you after that deed like he used to, completely cold and a fucking prick when you left off without a word.

“and he started yelling at me when i-i left… telling me those fucking words he used to—“

“fucking piece of shit.” eddie had enough as he stood up. the rage inside him bursting hearing you sound weak just because of that jock. he grabbed the empty tray you used as you stared at him in complete confusion.

“eds? hey, wait—“

“i’ll be back, sweetheart.” he promised, holding the tray on one of his hand while the ringed cladded one clenched and unclenched seeing that fucking jock’s smug face as he neared their table, hearing your name being thrown out of last night.

“i’ll fucking tell you, she was so—“ eddie didn’t want to hear the boasting of your name in his mouth. none of them heard his footsteps, all still laughing in which eddie thought how disgusting they are.

you watched with teary eyes as eddie slammed the tray on top of the prick’s head. you jumped at the scene, gasping as eddie manage to land a punch on the fucker when all hell lead loose. you yelled seeing carver get in to punch your stubborn metalhead as dustin and the others manage to see what was happening and run towards eddie to aid him. the whole cafeteria becoming a hellhole, the rest leading to teachers being called. a moment of calmness in your heart when eddie was pulled away from killing the prick.

god, he’s a idiot. you thought with much glee. heart fluttering.

•••

“hold still!” you scolded him as you dabbed ointment on his cheek the nurse told you to give him afterwards when he had showered at home. eddie wince as he holds your waist tightly, sitting on his bed trying his best to uphold the pain as you stood before him, nursing him. the scent of the weed he just smoke in the room a little overwhelming.

“you should’ve done that, eds. you could’ve been expelled or something.” you sighed, when teachers got involved your heart almost leaped out of your chest thinking eddie would be repeating his senior year for the third time.

“all worth it. manage to beat his face out for talking bad about ‘ya and what he did.” he sneered, smug he got to smash the prick nose and swole the jock’s face up afterwards. you smiled at him, heart pounding as you placed the ointment down on his drawer. cupping his cheeks to look at him. he looked tired and worn out. head probably juggled from the punch.

“so pretty when you smile, sweets.” he lazily grinned, arm shifting as his thumb caressed your cheek to where tears were there before. only a smile now because of him.

“thank you, eddie.” you leaned into his touch as he to yours.

“no problem.” he said, staring at your eyes. “and you know, someone does want you.” he added, a sense of courage in him surged.

“really?” you laughed.

“yeah. totally. and i’m sorry i got you all confused. i kinda put the pieces together now.” he confessed, understanding your words last night. “i do want you, sweets. just got scared if you wanted me—“

“for fuck sakes, munson. yes, i want you! i love you. isn’t that obvious?” you sighed at him. this whole time the two of you were complete idiots for thinking the other didn’t want them. you laughed at it as eddie chuckled pulling you down on his lap.

“you love me?” he rested his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes as you nodded. “like love me? love me? wanting to be my girlfriend?”

“since fucking freshman year, eds.”

“i love you too. i guess i’ll remedy that for making you wait so long.” he smirked as he leaned in to take you by surprise with a kiss. you froze for a moment, feeling his soft lips mold over yours so slowly. you hummed, closing your eyes to tangle your hands in his hair. eddie groaned between the kiss as you sat firmly on his lap, jean clothed crotch rubbing your inner thigh as you deepened the kiss with fervor. you grind yourself on him, the sensation between your legs throbbing as eddie got a hold of your hips. keeping you steady to hump on his crotch.

“w-wait, sweets. you wanna—“ eddie mumbled between your lips as you didn’t gave hims chance to finish it as you shove your tongue in. eddie groaned, rolling his eyes back as he held you tight against him. the two of you continued the hot makeout sesh as he flipped you over for him to tower over you, breaking the kiss momentarily to shrug off his shirt while you shredded yours as well. fumbling with his jeans as he did with yours. you giggled as he started getting impatient, shoving them down hastily as he threw it back on the floor. eddie crawled back to you with a smirk as removed your thong, the last cloth covering your body as he was still in his boxers.

“i’m sure, eds.” you assured him, seeing the conflict between his eyes. “i want you to be the first to make me feel good.” you whispered, sending him shivers down his spine as he put his fingers to good use now.

he shuddered, seeing your glistening bare cunt. he almost drooled at the sight of it, wanting more to be it on his mouth but he’ll save that for later. he just needed you as well. eddie plunge a finger in slowly, thumb rubbing your clit as your hips stuttered the pleasure. the pleasure where how comfortable and relaxed you are with him. the only person you could think of to make you feel this way. how many months you’ve fantasized taking you each night now come alive. he started pumping slowly, adding another finger in to stretch you out for his cock. you manage to guide your hand to the hem of his boxers, curious to see what’s underneath.

his cock sprung of it confines, eddie whined as his bare cock hit the cold air making you bit your lip. you touched it, seeing it so big and throbbing in the tip, clearly better than that shrimp from last night. he pumped his fingers a bit faster, letting you rut against his hand as he stopped abruptly, your slick running down his rings as he grinned at the sight.

“want it in me now, please.” you pleaded as eddie shushed you, interlocking your hands together while the other took hold of his cock standing hard as he pumped himself, coating himself with your slick. he groaned the sight of your bare body laid before his bed. a fantasy come to life as he aligned his dick to your entrance, clit engorged and fluttering open wet as he rubbed himself on you for a moment. he let out a strangled moan, pushing his tip in as you lifted your hips up wanting more. it felt rushed but none of it felt bad, you two desperately needed each other. little foreplay not the problem just skin contact igniting the pleasure to rut together.

“what a wet cunt for me.” he groaned out, pushing himself to the hilt. bottoming out as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you sighed blissfully as you felt him start to thrust slowly yet deeply. you kissed his neck up to his jaw and to his lips, loving the way he was so gentle. “gonna fuck you the way you deserve it.”

“y-yes!” you nodded as his thrusts went hard and deep, not quickening or pounding relentlessly, taking his time to rub his whole cock inside your walls, caressing every part of your body with his lips and big hands. you moaned out, back arching as eddie pounded a bit faster, liking the way your cunt was engulfing him. he let out a groan as he continued the pace, so glad you were enjoying it. seeing stars of pleasure as the sound your mingled wetness slapping against each other, eyes passionately staring at one another, just pure love and lust mix in. ending to the near of the enjoyment.

“gonna cum.” eddie whispered warningly as you nodded, feeling yourself to orgasm as well. clenching around him as he started to deepen his thrusts. it was an erotic scene to see in his bedroom. eddie groaned out as he urged you to cum first in which you did, eddie let out a growl as nipped your neck, balls throbbing as he felt himself to the brink of orgasm as you rode yours out.

lips rested against each other, cum filling you up to the brim as he grunted between your lips. mouth open, breaths mingling as you let out a shaky sigh. his hips stuttered as his fingers interlocked with yours tightened. your eyelids fluttered feeling the dizzy post-orgasmic sensation sink in. eddie was panting, balls milked out by your cunt. eyes staring lazily into yours as you let your tongue up to slot your lips together in a slow kiss. eddie moaned as he sloppily kissed you back, loving the way how your tongue danced against his as he rested his weight upon you. silence just filling the room, sex in the air and skin hot against each other. murmurs of satisfaction out of your lips.

“that was long overdue.” you sighed out as he laid beside you, grinning widely. smug as ever as he kissed you again, a promise in his passion as he smirked. the darkness in his eyes growing as you giggled when he crawled towards you again like a predator as he spoke with promise.

“that’s why we’re not done yet, baby. gonna fuck this pussy until it knows it’s mine, sweets.”

i can finally sleep, GOODNIGHT

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